It is time again,

Time to go out and change my place

To change my patch and scratch that itch

That itch that comes on the wind

It is time again,

To travel past Grandport,

Past Granport and maybe even Latch

Latching on isn’t something I can do

I can do most anything else, it’s true

Yet it’s time again

Time to cut all ties

To create more original lies

Lies for none who would hear my tale would believe it

So none shall hear it save those that theive it.

I’ll drift with the wind once more

Until I meet my oppressor and settle that score.