For Carl.
Lyrics:
How’s the weather from the ground?
You’re not the biggest fish around no more.
And don’t get lonely now;
you haven’t even knocked on the biggest door.
And I know you’ve got big dreams
of chemicals and fishing streams
on your mind.
Can’t think clearly half the time and-
and the world may pass us by
but for now we’re safe and high
in the trees only we seem to see clearly.
I don’t know what’s right,
but you don’t fit this crime.
If you have to preach these lies,
then sell it with the rhymes and that’s okay.
Well isn’t this just great?
My apathy is turning into hate.
I have to get away,
or keep this cigarette inside my face.
And my lungs may shrink and die,
a surprise, oh my, oh my.
I’ll hang around,
but I’m never coming back to town this way.
And I know you’ve got big dreams
of chemicals and fishing streams
on your mind.
Can’t think clearly half the time
and I don’t know what’s right,
but you don’t fit this crime.
If you have to preach these lies
then sell it with the rhymes and that’s okay.
