Buffalo (Made Out Of Babies)

He'll never tell you anything Not even a joke He used to haves faces For all of his places Now he walks with a limp You can find her down a dusty road she keeps a stutter polished for company And pretends to be deaf in one ear And she's been watching the same road For fifteen years Wating The sun will rise and fall They just want to lay down now So long through all these years No words said and no bells sound it out Just one thought through all time To make his way back to her side