Come out to the porch with me What's on your mind? Get out of LA with me One night at a time Every time I speak I think "I'm sick of goose chase" But all that's ever uttered is "I hate the weather" and while I'm really thinking "all for nothing in the first place" All I can muster is "I really don't have the time" Now I'm happy forming frowns upon your face that say "I'm kinda frightened. Could my record be a better kind Of carving etched into another's nameplate?" I wanna help but it's "I really don't have the time" Are you out of your mind? All the ones I wanted once are coming together Never did the math but I a**umed it would make for a fair Share of my piece to reap of the pleasure Never did I think my sunny palms could be so bare Changing my mind is taking forever Besides I wonder, do I really not want to care? There's so much sh** that's peddled as clever Narratives, the narratives! The narratives could be so bare Or am I just a sweating Grinch in the sunset Post-crossed the country to insist there are no open minds Tried prying with my immaculate concepts Whoever doesn't trust me must be satisfied to be so blind Indeed, my heart is locked in the gun chest Here it's a weapon, but I'm looking for the old design my head slung in preferable contexts There it was the catalyst that sang the rain into wine I think it's the same but showered in a different light What's on your mind? Come out to the porch with me Are you out of your mind? Every time I speak I hear "I hate with a vengeance" But all the eyes have spoken, saying "we do it in a different way!" Hey, I know I can hardly defend it I never asked to see you jaded in the great blank parade But that's just the course of my logic Every moment led me here and will lead me to another day Afraid of an unavoidable conflict Narratives, the narratives, the narratives are all a waste And that's the whole problem now, isn't it? As far as I can tell, this whole world ain't worth my f**ing time But I've got a whole slew of experience Says "you make a statement then you'll find out you were ranting blind!" Alright so I'll be wrong every instant The thing is I could shut my mouth and never let you hear me sigh Why bother even talking at all then? Do you mind if I say what's on my mind?! I'm sick of the goose chase Now all you ever hear from me is "to Point Dume into the night!" When I scream I'm sick of the goose chase I can look out into the valley and see the light Oh I'm sick of the goose chase I wish it could be better but it's all I know to do what's right All I wanna do is tell you all my thoughts I like the things I hear almost every time we talk You want to change my mind But the change is a surprise Keep that patience always, my friend, and watch me come alive!