Well I know it's just a spring haze  But I don't much like the look of it  And if omens are a god send like men  Breezing in  Certain these clouds go somewhere  Billowing out to somewhere  In a single engine cessna  You say we'll never make it there  So all we do is circle it    Uh oh  Let go  Off on my way  Unseen this eternal wanting  Uh oh  Way to go  So I get creamed  Waiting for Sunday to drown  Uh oh  Way to go  Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land  Uh oh  Way to go  Waiting on Sunday  Waiting on sunday to drown    So I know it's just a spring haze  But I don't much like the look of it  And all we do is circle it  And I found out where my edge is  And it bleeds into where you resist  And my only way, way out is to go  So far in  Billowing out to somewhere  Billowing out  Luna riviera  Billowing out to Somewhere    Uh oh  Let go  Off on my way  Unseen this eternal wanting  Let go  So if I really get creamed  Waiting for Sunday to drown  Waiting on Sunday to drown    Why does it always end up like this  Why does it always end up like this  Why does it always end up like this    Uh oh  Off on my way  Unseen this eternal wanting  Let go  Way to go  So I get creamed  Waiting on Sunday to drown  Uh oh  Waiting on  Waiting on Sunday  Waiting on Sunday to land  Uh oh  Waiting on  Waiting on Sunday  Waiting on Sunday to drown  Waiting on Sunday to  Waiting  Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land  Uh oh  So if I really get creamed  Waiting on Sunday to drown