(Gordon)
© Who Is She? Music, Inc. (BMI)

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