Lyrics

Leaves and insects fall on red bricks Morning Bisquick sits in buttermilk And the last time I was here It must have been about the same tine last year The last thing I remember I was henpecked, I was the rotten egg Leaves and insects flew at my head Gotta do what you can to smooth things over Gotta do what you can to set things right I let it slide Streams of gibberish came from their lips Stream of consciousness Heads are talking to themselves In the last days of the year Days grew shorter as the weather got queer The last thing I remember Gotta do what you an to do things over Gotta do what you can to beat the times I let it slip by me, now I'm sitting beside myself I think our time may have already come too late I think our ships may have sailed off the flat earth and fallen away Gotta do what you can to do things over Gotta do what you can to water things down I'm running around the house I'm sitting beside myself Kids and fishsticks, breaded and batter-dipped Classroom misfits, kissed on fieldtrips And the last time I was here It must have been about the same type of fear The only thing I can remember Gotta do what you can to start things over Gotta do all I can to save my life It's left me behind by now I'm sitting beside myself