Текст: Iron & Wine. Mr. Soul (Neil Young Cover).

Well hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught that my head in the event of the season

Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'

I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on



I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter

I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her

But any girl in the world could have easily known me better

She said, ?You're strange, but don't change,? and I let her



Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh



So in a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster

Stick around while the clown who is sick does a trick of disaster

For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster

Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her



Is it strange I should change, I don't know