We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

i walk the street
i know your feet
is this an end
am i complete
the neighborhood with open arms
the ice cream truck with no remorse
an old past-time
an ancient song
a rainy day to play alone
the bell has rung the children walk
the mothers kiss the fathers hug

it's all made in the start
we're all looking for a place to hide our heads
where fire will not burn our beds
a resting place to call us home
where widows and the orphans know
there's a god
and he knows
how to be a good dad

a talking box
under a pot
a colored code to line us up
a matching wall
a two foot pole
no place to put the telephone
the upstairs sound
from all around
a broken lock to keep us out
no standard time
or window sign
designer wear to point me home

it's all made from the start
we're all looking for a place to hide our heads
where fire will not burn our beds
a resting place to call us home
where children will turn into sons
and the boy on the street
needs a basketball net

credits

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Daniel Zott Detroit

Daniel Zott was born in a hospital. Noise was hitting his ears since he was impossibly (mathematically speaking) constructed. Eventually, he wanted to make his own noise. He stumbled upon a guitar after a sports injury in junior high. He never played sports again. ... more

contact / help

Contact Daniel Zott

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

Daniel Zott recommends:

If you like Daniel Zott, you may also like: