Boy you'd better get ready for two thousand and four

That was the year of your messy divorce

And as I seem to recall there were freak storms in April

cold wet September mornings you know sometimes man you got so bad you couldn’t even drag your head up off the floor

Things haven’t been right around here for a while

It’s gotten so bad I can’t remember the last

Time that I saw your smile

It's different horses for different causes

The way we’re going lately we're going to end up in court

and it’s got nothing to do with trying to prove to you

I’ve got nothing more to give god knows I’ve nothing left to lose

After all the sunshine

There’s gotta be a bit of rain sometimes

There’s gotta be a bit of rain sometimes

Boy do you remember nineteen seventy four

That was the year when your parents divorced

Well you were too small to understand it

All the rights and the wrongs and the how’s of why they planned it