Dodger Songtext

Crooked hand, Crooked hat. Too much time to fall away from where I am. But we know, just where he's at. Time marches on. You do the best you can. It's kinda funny how you go from day to day. If you're lucky you might touch someone. A nod. A smile. Someone who feels the same way. So you march your path until your done. Think you got the time to sit and wonder why, but you know you're not right. Side by side, you step into the night. Time goes by. It's kinda sunny,but there's a rainy day in the forecast that you didn't plan on. And for a while you wish that you could stay with the plan that you'd banked on. You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather.