Greg Woods - Silos Lyrics

Lock the door and leave me on my own
Cigarette in one hand, guitar pick in my mouth
Might be stoned
But you'd never know

Serve me up a wager on my time
You could guess, oh you could guess
I guess that some things may be yours
And others mine

If you could guess, am I my best?
If you could guess, am I much less
On my time?

Knock me down and mock me on my back
If it pleases you to grab a view of my mind
You'll see just red, white, and black
A little blue through the cracks

Riddle me a mystery I wrote
You could question the integrity
But always see I'll find another note
And drag it home

Singin' we all know, we're nothin' but Silos
Singin' we all know, we're nothin' but silos