If the trials at here Are really getting you down We had a close call I didn't even see it in another one I hardly believed it all
What the writers say It means shit to me now Plants and animals We're on a bender when its 80 degrees The end of December what's going on Only for You and me
In the showing up here It's going back to the south We're hungry next that I know It running a blender in a lightning storm Disguise is a blessing I'm sure
And knowing ahead Here comes a fork in the road Pants have gotta go We're on a island on the 4th of July Looks like the tide is going home
In time I find A little way to your heart Now to the general store For nothing specific gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore
