If you have a clue to what they might be, please email me.
(chorus)
You can't plan ahead for tomorrow
You can't plan ahead for days
But you're tired of easy sorrow
Is upon what you wear to lay
Where you lay
Batter up, you won't know what hit you
Till your head's so swollen that your eyes can't see
[to the] compass & lighter in your Bible
And your thoughts are scattered to anywhere but here
And on anyone but me
There was a time I drank only with Superman
And the meetings hadn't held underground
I was so full of ideas and with them
All those years you cut me down
And you weren't around
[chorus]
Batter up, this one's over the fences
There's no time for picture-taking on a squeeze
As we pile another meaning upon meaning
To if i'll leave you or if you'll ever leave
You know i'll never leave
So go on and dread your every morning
Then and at night you can roll over my [dead]
And while you toss and turn
In that second that you learn
To give it up it'll give you up
[chorus]
(spoken:)
Eric: That'll have to do.
Adam: Yeah. Oh, Jesus, hey!
