get your crayons out

Took seven states of driving straight

The sky was grey the bird and hay

Were splattered with moss and broken cross

That littered the road with snow in may

Well there must be some kind of misunderstanding

This must be some kind of misunderstanding here



Raincoats are hanging round your waist

Lime is growing all in haste

But clouds are approaching a little too fast

For crying out loud man get your trailer

I'm waiting for far too...