Hey Buster,

I see that cloud above your head

That beard can't grow any longer. 

Whistle that rhyme

Are those are your evoking thoughts? 

But don't speak, don't speak, don't speak. 

The fireplace is searing 

There is tea on the table, yet you can't tell us your story 

The indistinguishable murmurs, the "umms" and "ahhs" unease me. 

You have this habit, this eruption of unseemly laughter. 

Numb those feelings and don't speak 

Don't speak

Laugh,

Just don't speak. 

You are no dumb kid with a gun, 

You were born with that tongue 

Can't conjure up the words to look in our eyes 

And tell us your tale, 

Your momma, your papa, your sisters and brothers

From ol' grandpaps to auntie carolina 

You have a saga to tell us. 

Is it vital to camouflage yourself with the whistle of the bird?

The cry of a coyote is still apparent through the song, 

Tell me your story. 

Just don't speak, yet. 

Don't speak.