Who Lyrics - Okemah And The Melody Of Riot - Son Volt

A mobile means to make the time 

A whirlwind half mast the senses 

Shaking your own brand of rhyme 

Shaking your own brand of rhyme 

On wide avenues the air moves the sound 

Cruising around 

Who makes the minutes move 

The postmeridian new 

Who 

Who else but you 

With gypsy scarf and an old world mouth 

A mojo hand brought up from the south 

Shaking in your own brand of rhyme 

Shaking in your own brand of rhyme 

On wide avenues the air moves the sound 

Cruising around 

Who makes the minutes move 

The postmeridian new 

Eye level with Goliath's shoes 

Spitting out these well worn blues 

Eye level with Goliath's shoes 

Spitting out these well worn blues