The Mixed Up Kind - Trader Horne

Well, my grandfather spoke to me

And told me of his fears

And he smashed my tin soldiers

His eyes were full of tears

Well, a river flew down my face

And ran across the floor

And the people who jumped over it

Were washed up on the floor

Oh, the mixed up kind

Oh, the mixed up kind

The mixed up kind

The mixed up kind

Well, the stars fell like dust

And everybody died

And the sky shed a million tears

And everybody cried

Well, the singer sang his song

That had one word

And the runner came in far too late

From running 'round the world

Oh, the mixed up kind

Oh, the mixed up kind

The mixed up kind

The mixed up kind

Well, the stars fell like dust

And everybody died

And the sky shed a million tears

And everybody cried

Well, the singer sang his song

That had one word

And the runner came in far too late

From running 'round the world

Oh, the mixed up kind

Oh, the mixed up kind

The mixed up kind

The mixed up kind