It's really
Too bad,
He became a prisoner of his own past.
He stabbed the moment in the back
With the round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he gotta do.
It's really
No good,
He's moving on before he understood.
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been cause he forgot to look.
Better staple it together and call it bad weather.
Staple it together and call it bad weather.
If the weather is better,
We should get together,
Spend a little time and we can do whatever.
And if we get together, we'll be twice as clever
So, staple it together and call it bad weather, mm hmmm
