歌词：Weatherbox. American Art. The Dreams.

Last summer things got hazy

And I ended up in a band

And I slept well through the daytime

On my stomach in the back of a van

And I was shouting beneath a roof of trees

With my new friends surrounding me

And I came into my body

And things were swarming that I?ve never seen



And I can't abide by rules which are not my own

There's a wolf on my lawn and my bravery is gone

And suddenly I'm a child again

I ran the bases round

But I fell and I scraped my knees

Is that bad luck for me?

Is there any bad luck for me?

And I almost fell in love

But I tore and you tore in two

Is that bad luck for you?

Am I bad luck for you?



And I watched her across the table

As the dreams and the drugs left my brain

And it is awkward to meet new people

And watch our perceptions of them change

But I wished I still felt the same now

But I am emptier than ever some how

I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut

To keep friendly things from coming out



And I can't abide by rules which are not my own

There's a hawk on my fence

And it's warning me again

And suddenly I become a man

The days are winding down

To what I'm a bit confused

Are they winding down to you?

Am I winding down to you?

I will keep on riding front

Until it's time to record again

And I'll be crazy until then

Yes I'll stay crazy until then

Oh, oh.