Do you ever look into the sky wishing that a hailstone would for so very high
Like a bowling ball from god above it'd crush you skull with a big ol' thud
What's that ya don't
Shit
Cool
Um
Neither do I
But do you ever wonder if the turbines fail
If you'd learn to fly or probably just scream and flail
Do you think that if you thunk with all your thoughts
You could make your very own heart stop
What's that ya don't
That's cool 'cus
Neither do I
But if you did hey you could tell me
Because you know that you could tell me anything
But if you did hey you could tell me
And you know I tell you everything
But do you ever stare just right into the void
And see your own reflection staring back a little coy
Do you think the matador roots just a bit for el toro
What's that ya don't
I mean
Neither do I
Do you ever stare right into the sky
And wonder what the chickadees are singing from the pines?
Singing songs a falling down and down so far away
Singing songs of grief and sorrow singing songs of pain
Singing songs of loss and guilt and how they lost all hope
Do you think they try to pass those ones off as some kind of joke
What's that ya don't
Neither do I