I wasn't old
enough to know
the inquisition when I spoke
out in the suburbs
out on the beach
every night before the twenty first century
the campground were filled with smoke
1998
the ground was dry
the ground was bright
I couldn't see the light
and the seasons taste like paint
and the animals have all run away
it'll be alright
it'll be okay
every once in a while
someday
it'll be okay
someday
the terrible
rain it floods
the matches in the hand
were civilized
were in our place
I have watched a million days
out on the hills
out on the bay
bracing eyes on orange planes
I'm not a stranger
I'm not a clock
I cant keep up
and the seasons taste like paint
and the animals have all run away
it'll be alright
it'll be okay
every once in a while
someday
it'll be okay
someday
its just another day its just another day
its just another day its just another day