Hold your flashlight to your fingers boy,ndraw a circle in the soil.nTie your tent up to your rooftop,ndon't come down.nnWe can navigate this backyard,nGo to the fencepost, laws of gravity.nKeep the world inside this sandboxnwhere everyone is nice to me.nnThere's no thought to making war,nso why don't we make some more.nnI will be your duct tape covered milk carton periscope,nyou'll be my german submarine.nI'll show you things from my three angles,nyou'll keep me dry beneath the sea.nnNow we're laying just like outlaws,nnow we're laying fashionably low,nmixing moonshine in the outhousenout west in California.nnAnd we sing, Oh.nnYeah we've all been down before,nhalf-naked and knocking at some prairie dog's door.nnOh when will you come back to me?nThe yard is full of weedsnand I'm feeling lonely.nI have big jobs and your big plansnhave gotten in the way again.