Tarpaulin sailboats and sports cars are splayed on   Everyone's plot of suburban green rayon   This is the stuff that philosophers pray on   Dreaming      She left New York to uncover her feeling   Deep in the forest she comes to a clearing   Where spiders and frogs climb down from the ceiling   She slows down   Yeah she slows down      Well the scene on the sidewalk is grassy green terror   Everyone smiles as the summer gets fairer   She can't shake the skin off this neon unbearable sky   And they slow down   Yeah they slow down      And see the soldiers smoking cigarettes   And making bombs and placing bets   And telling tales of girls who slept beside them at home      In the clearing she takes off her skirt and her flip flops   Wades in the water it grazers her knee tops   She floats on her back, looking up at the blue drops of sky   And she slows down   Yeah she slows down      Well she falls asleep on the creek and the stillness   The spiders and frogs and the clearing bear witness   To words dropped like pearls on the water unnoticed   Just how deep they go   And she slows down   Yeah she slows down   Yeah she slows down