Hope Sandoval - The Peasant

I must have said
Sometimes I feel adrift
You reveal your ways
At sometime today

How did I get here
And where will I leave
Oh, the peasant in me
So easily deceived

Sometime soon
The fool next to you
The wall you never noticed
Collecting your dust

Collecting your favors
That you, you believe are stolen
Oh, somebody will notice
And you'll be the one so easily deceived

So easily
So easily
So easily

How did I get here
And where will I leave
Oh, the peasant in me
So easily deceived