We're About 9 - Weight Of The Ocean lyrics

It's seventy-four degrees And a gentle warm breeze Is bending the trees Like a painting by Matisse And everyone's all freaked out 'Cause they didn't plan vacations accordingly I am in bed Making a list in red Of all the things I said I'm going to before I'm dead The clock just won't wait It's up against fate And so are we It's a perfect damn day To take out the trash To do the damn laundry To put out an ad To sell the damn car Or just waste away A perfect damn day It's a perfect damn day "Jesus is coming," Says a man on the street To a television camera labeled NBC He said he had bad news And they came out running immediately When the sky opens up And the earth all turns gray There'll be nowhere to run to And nothing to say And everyone's all freaked out 'Cause they didn't load their cameras accordingly It's a perfect damn day To take out the trash To do the damn laundry To put out an ad To sell the damn car Or just waste away A perfect damn day It's a perfect damn day A gentle warm voice Calls down from the sky To ask for repentance But I just can't lie So I'm driving to Cali So I can drop off the earth quickly I park by the ocean I swim out to sea And halfway to drowning It dawns upon me In the damn car Amidst the excitement I locked my keys And the weight of the ocean Pulls me out before my prime I imagine I could just Swim back into shore But I'm having such a good time It's seventy-four degrees And a gentle warm breeze Is bending the trees Like a painting by Matisse And everyone's all freaked out 'Cause they didn't plan vacations accordingly It's seventy-four degrees And a gentle warm breeze Is bending my knees Like a painting by Matisse And everyone's all freaked out 'Cause they didn't plan vacations accordingly