Lyrics

There's an afternoon plan There's a nap in the van There are magnetic fields that could stop a grown man There are November rides To the southern most tides To the northern most tides; You can go Unbearably loud, so terribly thin But you know how it is We do ourselves in So forget the hole world Except for that girl Except for that girl The things we could change If we had the reins Put a lake in depal(?) That could stop all the trains But they would just fly and get by anyway; So Lord, take the planes Take them all