I wish we could get our act together   Make some sense of present tense alright   Take our time with what we find and fear it   Don’t you know there’s someplace else that we can go   Billions of trees to climb      I don’t really know your taste in ceilings   I don’t know the RPM you rev   But for now I think I’ll keep on reeling   This adventure needs a little game, my friend   It never ever ends      We’re locked in to talking a lariat knot to a Cree   A walk in the cotton, a rebel attempted to ski   We’re locked in to talking, I’d rather you not than agree   To walking in cotton, a rebel attempted to ski      On gypsum slacks, you can’t do that   Streaking through the ferns in Allegheny   Chatting up a panda in a bar   Well, I like wearing slippers when it’s raining   This attraction bleeds into a thirst   Like it always does   hey