Thursday's a day for rain
For tea and hushed disdain
So let the gutters flow
Out on this coastal plain

We'll watch the levees break
And turn the fields to lakes
They'll move to higher ground
While streams consume their banks

Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go

We'll build a raft of wood
Like books from our childhood
We'll sail down 18th ave.
And land at Laurelwood

When tying up our craft
We'll strike the sail and mast
Dock at the parking lot
And set foot on land at last


Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go

Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow

Because I'm on shore for now
And we don't know what the hell we're doing
We're going to make it back somehow
Before we've got to go


Lyrics submitted by rocknrollgirl47

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