Some Of Them Were Superstitious

Some of them were superstitious

Sitting with their backs facing the orchard

All of them with mittens on their hands and feet

Were waiting there for winter

Thousands on the freeze

Well, I could never join them there

And we dare not bother

But couldn't help but holler, yeah

There's no use in hiding

The joy from the bright new sun

I could wait for winter

Better if it never comes

Some of them were superstitious

Watching them parade around the town square

Some of them were praising

While cold and simply 'cause they don't know better

Someone to protect them

Someone to keep track of them

No, I don't believe them

I would rather holler, yeah

There's no use in hiding

The joy from the bright new sun

Now you say you're leaving

But leaving will just bring you down

Can you operate machines like that?

Miles a day on tough terrain and grass

I'm not sure if we will meet again

I guess it depends on which company you're in

Oh wait, you're gone, you're gone

So soon, so soon, so long

But life in the words for someone

And you're someone

So soon, so soon, so long

And when you're gone, you're gone

And life, it works for someone

You're someone, you're someone

You're someone