Petrified Forest
Cass McCombs
Our lives weave a pattern
A staff twined by adders
Our mouths sore to chew
Now you’re eating for two
Yesterday's wine and song
Are you very far along?
What’s the dream to the bed?
What’s the wreath to the glorious dead?
Look at what I found in the dresser!
No means yes
Petrified forest
Dadgummit, gall dangit, dagnabbit
You’re darn tootin’ tripping is un-American
Do you ever get the feeling
That you’re being followed by a van?
Yesterday's yet to come
Win some, lose some
No means yes
Petrified forest