First we'd climb a tree

and maybe then we'd talk

or sit silently

and listen to our thoughts

with illusions of someday

casting a golden light

no dress rehearsal,

this is our life



that's where the hornet stung me

and I had a feverish dream

with revenge and doubt

tonight, we smoke them out



You are ahead by a century



Stare in the morning shroud

and then the day began

I tilted your cloud,

you tilted my hand

rain falls in real time

and rain fell through the night

no dress rehearsan, this is our life



That's when the hornet stung me

and I had a serious dream

with revenge and doubt

tonight, we smoked them out



You are ahead by a century

but this is our life

and disappointing you's gettin' me down