The third panel out of six
Is my only tribute
I don't worry anyway
At least, I shouldn't
Amen

Flying high over the lake
You know it wasn't a mistake
To evacuate
Enjoy your vantage while it's cold
When it vanishes into the fold
There's nothing to see from inner space
It wouldn't matter anyway
That I stole your luck for the day
I guess it's good that it stopped raining
And if you hibernate
Send me a letter as a warning
Through Rain, Snow, Sleet or Heat

Nineteen miles up in the sky
I wonder if you're taking it alright

Hurricane Jane is on an airplane testing the jet stream
Skipping stones on the Kelvin Scale
Hurricane Jane left something in the resevoir
But it rained so much that it just washed out
I guess you could just float away

Rockets up in the sky
I hope you'll visit San Fransisco
It's not where I am
But they probably have something to say
With any luck

Timing's inaccurate by some counts
By any amount
This is boring
This feeling in my head
Leaves me breathing red
While you're soaring
Maybe I'll go to the lake
And just wait
In my car
But everyone would be yelling
And I'm telling you
To give back my car

Deadline friday
I'll go Nine to Five in the morning

Hurricane Jane is on an airplane testing the jet stream
Skipping stones on the Kelvin Scale
Hurricane Jane left something in the resevoir
But it rained so much that it just washed out
I guess you could just float away

I looked out the window to see what I could see
And all there is to see
Is my neighbor's marbled glass
If you looked out your window to see what you could see
I think I would go back to sleep

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