Oh, are you standing
Are you standing up or sitting down?
I've got news to deliver to you and you're not gonna like the way it sounds
I've gone straight under and I've ripped the sails
I've buttoned my lip with liquid nails
I crossed my eyes and then I started falling right down in the parking lot
There's a sunday rider on the corner every weekend
He makes his run, counts, leaps and sits
It always crosses my mind when I start sorting out the lost and found
Tonight I'm gonna spend just laying down
Smoking all the pot that I just found
It was laying on the ground in the parking lot
I'm gonna set sail in a different sea, 'cause I can't clean up for anything
Crash landing's never been too good to me
I'm just standing in place making a mess of things
