Tally ho,
Hair in my face and sweet crickets below
My feet making their own type of noise
Afternoon breeze
Sun up still high
Watching all the little insects
Passing me by
Tally-ho
Where did you go
Tally-ho
Did i really roll you all
Gotta clear up this time
Leave my sweet tally-ho behind
Keeping fit is part of it but sometimes
Its so hard for me
Sometimes
Gotta lay it down
Got to come around
Tally-ho
Keeping to myself
But not too closed
Keeping to myself
What i don't want to unload
I don't feel obligated
To feel appreciated
Better at home
Where i don't feel lonely
Tally-ho