The Dotted Line Songtext / Lyric

Trying to square the circle of my creed,

spread a little around for chicken feed,

and every (any) little thing I need baby, oh.

Everything that rises, all that flows,

and every which way that it goes.






It's tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you.

Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield.

I'm tick, tock, those green locks.

I can't go through.



Like green eyes or cream pies.

I won't yield.

I won't yield.



Oh, the darling light.

Oh, the darling light.

Oh, the darling light.

I won't yield.