Man, this house is like the wood blocknWith a steel ax beside it;nBroomstick on my skinny little neck.nJesus, I take it all back!nnI go strolling in the train-tracked springtime,nGet pulled in by the daises.nQuiet valley or arduous highway?nO, lookit my pretty little house.nnI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love,nAnd which door holds more of that stuff.nI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love.nDon’t blame me if I don’t show up, sho nuff, sho nuff, blame love!nnMockingbird sings cause he wants to;nHe don’t need no echoing canyon.nGood Book salesman sells cause he’s s’pose to.nI’m trying to figure which I am.nnFrom the embrace of a true love’s hammock,nI watch the valley swinging back and forth --nBack and forth, back and forth --nAin’t that movement enough? nnI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love,nAnd which door holds more of that stuff.nI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love.nDon’t blame me if I don’t show up, sho nuff, sho nuff, blame love!nnSometimes those night clouds are children, baby;nSometimes those night clouds are tigers.nBed pillow stands up, all feathered and furrowed,nSays, What did you do today?nnIn a country-view, highway-side motel,nSay, Good love, get me that cold beer,nAnd come lookit these crows sleeping up on the power lines --nHow y’think they balance like that? I swear! nnIt's about, oh I'm talkin bout,nWhich door hold more of that stuffnI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love,nAnd which door holds more of that stuff.nI’m talkin bout love, talkin bout love.nDon’t blame me, no, no....