Take your sweet time during mine Days out of line, that's just fine A minute infinite Two hours all ours Three days off in a daze Four years, oh What the heck are years for? -Like electric rails, overflowing pails The ever never more What the heck are tears for? -They're to fill the pails Bring you to the rails; They're what's behind that door What am I here for? -Here to keep me home Though it's really yours When it pains it roars Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore -Could be what you need Watch the sky recede And clear out for the storm Come out from in the open -turn off the TV Stand back from all the windows -get beneath a tree Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me