Gazing out the window of some big girder birdnDown on mother nature's face, torn-up twisted absurdnI wondered what the chances were that younWere down there looking up at menn[CHORUS]nAh, we're as silly as geographynSilly as geographynYou and menWe just can't get it rightnYou're a function of my latitudenLet's end our little warring feudnHow I wish you would come homenOr I'll come there to younn[CHORUS]nnPeople will tell you what to do, where your head should benThey don't tell me nothing I ain't already heard before or better saidnWe all want focus, we crave company butnWe're cross-eyed and punchdrunk from too much scenerynFrom our battles with geographynn[CHORUS]nnWe're a lot like real estatenBut the state you're in is never realnIt's one helluva rare raw dealnHow I wish you would returnnWe're silly as geography