Mouth full of rain

You're holding your gun upside down

You're holding your wild ducks to the ground

You're counting every peanut you throw away

Hey, take my head

Make it ring between your knees

Talk to the fire like a brother

And though we must lock the one door or the other

We're thinking the same thing

Too tired to steer

I am too tired to talk smart if you're just gonna dance

Too tired for these pants

And too fat to disappear

Too tired to love that cop on a string

You send down to your gate

I'm too tired to taste your mother

And we may stеp on the one frog or the othеr

But we're saying the same thing

Baby horses on my chest are trying to push me out to sea

And you're doing the same

How quickly we forget

We're thinking the same thing

You and me got born on the same day that everybody gets

Indoor pools as big as the cornfields

May stroke our hair and kiss our heel

And we may go surfboarding on into the ovens, babe

Let's go Californian on all fours with nothing, babe

Let's pony away from the land of long discussions, babe

You already know how I feel