bown, bown, slowly twistin'

twistin twistin in the wind
that's right, she's not your satellite. i am your satellite. satellite me, satellite me. do you know what you show when you go with the flow? it's not me, it's not me. i am walking under a hot blue sky, falling down with the ashes of my dreams, disintegrating into the voluptuous meandering of my own personal witherspoon wasteland.