Hey man, I know you can write
But you're just wasting paper now
You can stay up all night and you'd never see
Your soul on paper anyhow

You don't want to die alone
Thirty-three and living with your mother
C'mon get outside 'cause it's outside and you're in
'Cause you ain't movin' in on me, friend

Move here and I'll move there
And we'll compare the coast lines
Take notes carefully
Being jaded doesn't help us

'Cause we need to find if everybody dies alone
And everybody here now has a mother?
'Cause I have seen some very strange types
But they all now seem very friendly

And now you've been caught up in thick
That you forget which you need
Going on and on about the sad condition of the lawn
But lazy can't get to his feet
And with your mind made up
Any day could be your book

Hey man, I know you're alright
We'll get together later
We'll hang here and hang some there

Collaborate on books about exploring nature
How not to die alone
Clever letter writing to amuse our mothers
'Cause there is outside and then here is outside