Well I heard you woke up singing
From another seismic dream
All this shaking and wailing
Must have you straining at the seams.
Oh please tell me darling,
Can you explain what any of this means?

Well you heard some distant thunder,
So you started saving water.
But then it all blew over,
In fact, it was nothing at all.
Well, not exactly nothing,
Certainly not a prelude to a fall.

If you’ve got a premonition
You can change my mind,
Then give it your best shot kid;
I do it all the time.
But if you want to cast us both
Into some fanciful perdition,
You’re never gonna hear me
Intoning that apocalypse anthem.

Well my head is like a laundromat,
It wobbles and forgets
All those god-forsaken words
That still taste like whisky and regret;
It may not feel like justice,
But it damn sure still feels like the safest bet.

So let’s get it on the record,
List out all these achievements,
Throwing all our lot into
This unholy allegiance;
Now let’s open all the windows
And finally air out all these goddamn grievances.

If you’ve got a premonition
You can change my mind,
Then give it your best shot, kid;
I do it all the time.
But if you want to cast us both
Into some god-awful perdition,
You’re never gonna hear me
Singin’ that apocalypse anthem.

All these monologues,
Aspersions made in wine and range
Have got us both to thinking
That I might just be showing my age;
We keep bouncing back again and again
Against the same old walls of this old cage.

And something’s gotta give, honey;
Something’s gotta change.
This tragic trajectory, ‘tis strange!
’Tis passing strange!
Well I may not be a hero,
But at least we get to choose our own constraints.

If you’ve got the premonition
You can change my mind,
Then give it your best shot, kid;
I do it all the time.
But if you want to cast us both into
Some fanciful perdition,
You’re never gonna hear me
Intoning that apocalypse anthem.