Archeology - Westerly lyrics

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