Sewn to Kites

Me and Bigfoot found a drink
At old man Miller's house
It showed to me my own good soul
We walked on winding roots behind the sky
Thirty feet from solid ground flying [?] starless night
Well I, I realize
I, I am us at night
I am us at night
I am us at night
I am us without the fright

[Spoken] alright

I sold my shoes for [?]
Down and out [?]
We found [?] in my pocket, I grow so tired, so [?]
[?] with [?] eyes [?]
[?]
[?] my head be clear by suppertime [?]

I, I will die
So proud of all my fishin' lines
All my fishin' lines
My fishin' lines
Gonna cut and sew 'em to kites