Us

I wish we could get our act together

Make some sense of present tense, all right

Take our time with what we find and fear it

Don't you know there's someplace else that we can go?

Billions of trees to climb

I don't really know your taste in ceilings

I don't know the RPM you rev

But for now, I think I'll keep on reeling

This adventure needs a little game, my friend

It never, ever ends

We're locked into talking a lariat knot to a Cree

A walk in the cotton, a rebel attempted to ski

We're locked into talking, I'd rather you not than agree

To walking in cotton, a rebel attempted to ski

On gypsum slats, you can't do that

Streaking through the ferns in Allegheny

Chatting up a panda in a bar

Well, I like wearing slippers when it's raining

This attraction bleeds into a thirst

Like it always does, yeah