Tarpaulin sailboats and sports cars are splayed on Everyone's plot of suburban green rayon This is the stuff that philosophers pray on Dreaming She left New York to uncover her feeling Deep in the forest she comes to a clearing Where spiders and frogs climb down from the ceiling She slows down Yeah she slows down Well the scene on the sidewalk is gra**y green terror Everyone smiles as the summer gets fairer She can't shake the skin off this neon unbearable sky And they slow down Yeah they slow down And see the soldiers smoking cigarettes And making bombs and placing bets And telling tales of girls who slept beside them at home In the clearing she takes off her skirt and her flip flops Wades in the water it grazers her knee tops She floats on her back, looking up at the blue drops of sky And she slows down Yeah she slows down Well she falls asleep on the creek and the stillness The spiders and frogs and the clearing bear witness To words dropped like pearls on the water unnoticed Just how deep they go And she slows down Yeah she slows down Yeah she slows down