Take your sweet time during mine
Days out of line, that's just fine
A minute infinite
Two hours all ours
Three days off in a daze
Four years, oh
What the heck are years for?
-Like electric rails, overflowing pails
The ever never more
What the heck are tears for?
-They're to fill the pails
Bring you to the rails;
They're what's behind that door
What am I here for?
-Here to keep me home
Though it's really yours
When it pains it roars
Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore
-Could be what you need
Watch the sky recede
And clear out for the storm
Come out from in the open
-turn off the TV
Stand back from all the windows
-get beneath a tree
Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me