Whim

Should have never gone to the past Yeah, I shouldn't have gone Yeah, I shouldn't have been Don't look at me long And the dust comes over the mountain Where I've been humming along and I'm dead cold from exposure and tongue And there's no worth at all I'm not gonna kill just to give you a pill and an order So you creep closer And I'm not gonna die just to keep you alive With arms in a coat sir Whim of a vulture Turn it on again Turn it on again And get out of the way or say something true Get out of the way or say something true Whim of a vulture Not getting closer