Wilco — Woodgrain
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I’m not a poet, and I know it
There is no deep secret tossing inside me
I have no timing
I can’t form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes I don’t
So go ahead, take a look in my kitchen
Take a look at the woodgrain there
What’s it for? That hardwood floor
Is where I’m walkin’ and thinkin’
Walkin’ and thinkin’
About you