| Where you’ll be, I’ll be from |
| In a while, it will rain up, back into clouds |
| Where it first plotted its escape |
| We will take this time to strip down to our linens |
| And plot out excuses for going inside |
| We will take this time to strip down to our linens |
| And plot out excuses for going inside |
| And the skies won’t believe what they say |
| Forecast talks anything of how we’ll all stay the same |
| With what they’ll stay for we can’t get out anyway |
| With what they’ll stay for there’s no way out anyway |
| I wonder now what they’ll say, no way, no way |
| People, keep the horses at bay, okay, okay |
| You’ll say, don’t ever fall down |
| With what they’ll say, don’t ever fall down, anyway |
| With what they’ll say, don’t ever fall down, anyway |
| I wonder now what they’ll say, no way, no way |
| People keep the horses at bay, okay, okay |