Sanoja: Travis. Combing My Hair.

Now people always come around
But they don't always stick around
I run a comb across my head
I wish my hair would settle down

A clock I see is running slow
The batteries are running low
I run a comb across my head
And it feels the same like it did before

You're just another first footer across my door
A little less hair than I had last year
But it doesn't worry me because I I have no fear
Here

The car I see is painted black
I'm staring at the driver's back
He runs a comb across his head
And it feels the same like it did before

You're just another fresh fare across his door
A little less hair than he had last year
But it doesn't worry him because he, he has no fear
Here, here

Now people always come around
But they don't always stick around
They run a comb across your head
I wish my hair would settle down

A clock I see is running slow
We've only got three years to go
We run our comb across our heads
And it feels the same like it did before

You're just another first footer across the door
A little less care than we took last year
But it doesn't worry us because we
We have no fear here, have we?
We have no fear here, have we?
We have no fear