Whitney walks

He says, this is more than just a line
This is more than just free time
These doldrums squat in rows two by two

And in his pocket
He holds a catholic and a key
Keeps both feet on the ground

This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you

He says, this is not quite time to think
This water's not so bad to drink
Then chokes a laugh and walks away

And in his pocket
He holds a catholic and a key
With both feet on the ground

This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you
This, this is, is you, you