The Peasant - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

I must have said

Sometimes I feel adrift

You reveal your ways

At sometime today

How did I get here

And where will I leave

Oh, the peasant in me

So easily deceived

Sometime soon

The fool next to you

The wall you never noticed

Collecting your dust

Collecting your favors

That you, you believe are stolen

Oh, somebody will notice

And you’ll be the one so easily deceived

So easily

So easily

So easily

How did I get here

And where will I leave

Oh, the peasant in me

So easily deceived