| Lump Sum |
|---|
| Sold my cold knot |
| A heavy stone |
| Sold my red horse for a venture home |
| To vanish on the bow |
| Settling slow |
| Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums |
| Or so the story goes |
| Color the era |
| Film it is historical |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh |
| My mile could not |
| Pump the plumb |
| In my arbor 'til my ardor trumped |
| Every inner inertia, lump sum |
| All at once |
| Rushing from the sub-pump |
| Or so the story goes |
| Balance we won’t know |
| We will see when it gets warm |
| Ahh, ahh, ahh |
