Enough

There is power in your pain

There’s a 70% chance it will rain

I predict that everybody has an ache

There’s a wave of gasoline

That is 20 miles closer than it seems

I believe

That every body wants to be

Working well

Enough

Where it showers, it will drain

Where the powerless parts of your growing brain

They’ll deflate and let you exhale them awake

I will take your third degree

I will have you carve your name into a tree

It still stands

It is old as hell and still is

Working well

Enough

Very well

There's a Carolina grain

That we watched as it was lost and found again

I relate, as common sense behaves the same

In another hundred years

We might laugh at what were our once our favorite fears

How they’ve changed

Cannonballing down the drain

Working well

Enough