Lets go to the park

lets go watch 'em floodin'

out there after dark,

don't have to think of nothin'

and I love that for,

for the way I'm feeling

700 foot, 700 foot ceiling



Lets take it to the top

of the tobacco nation

we can aim the dish

for hardcore invitations

and I hate that for,

for the things I'm thinking

when the clouds are low

700 and sinking



It's part hard, hard to remember

it's part hard to say

parts unknown, unknown forever

and those parts fade away

but leaning-toward,

toward a full-stop's

all I hear you say



One foot on the stump,

the other's on the pulpit

700 foot, 700 foot pulpit

and I love that for,

for the way I'm feeling

700 foot, 700 foot ceiling

In our own backyard we can do some floodin'

when it's cold and dark, don't have to think of nothin'