Archeology
Westerly
Thursday's a day for rainFor tea and hushed disdainSo let the gutters flowOut on this coastal plainWe'll watch the levees breakAnd turn the fields to lakesThey'll move to higher groundWhile streams consume their banks
Because I'm on shore for nowAnd we don't know what the hell we're doingWe're going to make it back somehowBefore we've got to go
We'll build a raft of woodLike books from our childhoodWe'll sail down 18th ave.And land at LaurelwoodWhen tying up our craftWe'll strike the sail and mastDock at the parking lotAnd set foot on land at last
Because I'm on shore for nowAnd we don't know what the hell we're doingWe're going to make it back somehowLetras de cancionesBefore we've got to goBecause I'm on shore for nowAnd we don't know what the hell we're doingWe're going to make it back somehowBecause I'm on shore for nowAnd we don't know what the hell we're doingWe're going to make it back somehowBefore we've got to go
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