Orange

If i look down this road
it’s not so old, i know.
ain’t it white like snow,
but somehow painted gold.
And when i’m lost and torn,
a soldier of orange, i.
like a roll in snow, on
a doctor’s show, i.
If i look down this road
it’s not so old, i know.
but ain’t it white like snow,
but somehow painted gold.
But when i’m lost and torn
i’m a soldier of orange i.
i like a roll in snow
on a doctor’s show.
But when i’m lost and torn
i’m a soldier of orange i know
but like a roll in snow on a doctor full time.