They say the sun

Is gonna grow someday

It's gonna get a real close

And burn us all up

No more traffic in the street

No more road rage

No more pretending

Things are real tough



I cant promise you tomorrow

No one has the right to lie

You can beg and steal and borrow

It won't save you from the sky



Let me see a show of hands

Tell me the truth now

What happens if

Nuetrinos have mass

I can't tell you about tomorrow

I'm as lost as yesterday

In between your joy and sorrow

I suggest you have your say

Here's to the little things

The sports section

The weather chanel

A good battery