Jack-Ass

Jack-A** - Beck

Written by：Bob Dylan

Beck

I been drifting along

In the same stale shoes

Loose ends tying a noose

In the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I'll put it together

It's a strange invitation

When I wake up

Someone will sweep up my lazy bones

And we will rise in the cool of the evening

I remember the way that you smiled

When the gravity shackles were wild

And something is vacant

When I think it's all beginning

I been drifting along

In the same stale shoes

Loose ends tying the noose

In the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I'll put it together

It's a strange invitation