Weight Of The Ocean

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