Strung out like a string bean

Like the morning wash

Hung out to get clean

Where it's green and I feel less lost

I'm hanging these things out on the line

I'm dying to try new things

But I just don't have the time

This load ain't heavy

I will confess

But I'd rather save what I could

Then burn the rest

I'm taking a hit from my old hash pipe

I'm taking a look at what I can't see in the morning light

I'm standing in the middle of an open field

And when the sun hits me I know how I should feel

I know how I should feel

This load ain't heavy

I will confess

But I'd rather save what I could

Then burn the rest

The rest

I don't know if I'm ready

Haven't really tried my best

Reel those clothes in, fold what I can

And burn, burn the rest