Get me off the bus, quiet at home
Never quiet as the Arizona sky,
never louder than the grass growing
Quiet as the day is long,
and I’m gonna screech like a dirty little coyote
They say ‘let it be’ and ‘let it go,’
but it’s scatter-brained living, not like rivers and stones
More like a trained monkey in a washing machine
With all the comforts of home
So let the smiles slip uncertainly through the cracks
between the one laughing and the one who don’t think it’s so funny
Let the trash heap outside fume more enticing than the one in here
You know, I lost my list today
Don’t remember what to say,
but I won’t forget to pray for the U.S. gymnastics team
Man, I wish I had someone to fight
Someone without the self-righteous certainty that he’s okay
Sponged from the certainty
that ain’t no one else can tell him any better anyway
Someone who don’t need that defense,
like the only ones that I’ve ever fought
It makes me cringe with revulsion
until the vomit’s churned enough in there
To become something else, like cream
Just let it sit, just let it sit long enough
Knowing no one else can tell you better,
knowing no one else can
Knowing we’re all in the same canoe,
and maybe we’re not smelling too good
But as long as we understand
that we’re all selling ourselves the same do-it-yourself shit
‘Cause too many voices spoils the romance
And that makes us brothers, like nothing else does
And I wonder if all genuine good must be the genuine last resort,
and the peace that we’ve made with it
Being too dense to know any better is just no excuse, and I say
Frustration is disgust, disgust disguised as need and
Disgust is the neglected child of our dreams
Well, I’m going outside to watch the grass grow
And maybe I’ll learn me a thing or two;
Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll spit in your face
Tell me I’m right and you can lap it right up
Give me religion or give me death,
and not necessarily in that order
Please, God, won’t you give me the wisdom to know
Scatter-brained living, not like rivers and stones
God,
won’t you give me the wisdom to know the difference between them
If I could be any more disappointed,
well I guess I just wouldn’t care at all
But that’s not the canoe I’m supposed to be in
If you’re trying to avoid it, maybe things’ll be different in the fall
Maybe you’ll find something to distract you from the way that it feels
And I’ll wish you well if you wish it for me
If you don’t hate it here, you prob’ly won’t hate traveling
But for myself, I’m going back in now
Let me know how you’ve been, now
Send us a postcard