's in there We come into this life waterlogged and tender Films and drills and safety illustrations The crushed cars of driver education Films and drills and
hands Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down You take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down You take your prospects and your pickaxe and
and play You're all washed up when Poseidon has his day I've walked through the desert climbed over mountains so high Through jungles and plains I took buses and trains And
of dreams That just weren't allowed Maybe you're walking those halls all quiet and sad Sitting in the dark all scared and mad Feel my hand reach across and
waste It's been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed Will this be the measure of my days? Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can't make And
love of my life Iron, water, oxygen, scotch and soda or any combination Starts the reaction Is there no mastermind of modern day who can blueprint A plan to make love stay Sturdy and
'll come back in, we'll be gone by then And it's a miracle we ever learned to live You drain that land for a better plan Sugarcane and the civil man
yourself now If you ain't got nothin' good to say, don't say nothin' at all Got bitten by the bitter bug and I just can't get enough Ill will and my
All the fur and fin will lose again 'Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will
other way Everythin' goes wrong Baby, you took all the good stuff And put it all together And you took all the bad stuff And you threw it all away Would I still be the girl
clocks I'm getting superstitious lately But you don't ever brush it off You won't cover me to safety And while I'm sitting on this couch You're up and
fits and starts Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream And you bloody your hands digging for your dream Take your prospects and your pickaxe and
swim and play You're all washed up when Poseidon has his day. I've walked through the desert Climbed over mountains so high Through jungles and plains I took buses and trains And
Cups, A Pepsi in his hand, getting off the school bus. Films and drills and safety illustrations The crushed cars of driver education Now its tattooed girls
and gave it to glory I never called her, to say "I'm sorry my friend." It's been years, but I'm thinking about you And all of your tears And I'm sitting
to waste. It's been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed. Will this be the measure of my days? Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can't make. And
of my life Fire and water, oxygen Scotch and soda, or any combination Starts the reaction. Is there no mastermind of modern day Who can blueprint a plan to make love stay steady and
of time, no sense of pain A thousand tides, and A thousand waves Takin' it all away And it'll come back in We'll be gone by then, oh And it's a miracle