You have been ghosting me silent

I walk through this factory town

Some loud industrial clanging head-banging its sound

Long while I’ve been on my feet now

Don’t need your jagged little frown

I don’t know why your invitation is coming, and is asking will I come back around

Well, I will mull, mull mull, mull mull it over

I will mull it over

It bangs my skull, contemplating starting it over

I will mull it over

I might meet Jimmy for a Moscow Mule

Donso be spinning the funk of Senegal

Bobo will raise his glass and cheers us at The Source Mall

Could you pass me a taco?

We might see Russell chopping out a late set

X will jump up ‘n rip out a fuckin’ lead

I might forget that you upset the peace when your message came in at all,

 So I guess I’ll stall and then I’ll

I will mull, mull mull, mull mull it over

I will mull it over

It bangs my skull, contemplating starting it over

I will mull it over

 Now I’m walking on air

Are you really someone with something to say

Yeah, I mull a little here and there

But I am long gone, on my way