Thursday's a day for rain
For tea and hushed disdain
So let the gutters flow
Out on this coastal plain
We'll watch the levees break
And turn the fields to lakes
They'll move to higher ground
While streams consume their banks
Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go
We'll build a raft of wood
Like books from our childhood
We'll sail down 18th ave.
And land at Laurelwood
When tying up our craft
We'll strike the sail and mast
Dock at the parking lot
And set foot on land at last
Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go
Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go