I always liked to watch the weathernHoping for some disasternTo gather us in the darknWe'd huddle up against itnIt was a funny little sparknnIn that predictable worldnOf bonehead boys and flipped out girlsnI could use that familiar roster back again nownTo hassle my heartnnOh to be humiliatednWith such short memorynRedemption always waitednIn terry cloth, under the seagrape treenWith promises that terrified menOh yeahnnBut with a smile and one tan arm around my shouldernPolitics was foreign, and sex for when you're oldernWell that got better, the rest got worsenAnd now every horse I dream about is pulling a hearsennWell all my songs used to end the same way:nEverything's gonna be okaynYou fuckers make that impossible to saynYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahnnNow I still watch the weathernI drag you outside when the black clouds gathernThe hair stands up on your arms I knownAnd you run back inside calling I told you sonnWhile I embarrass my family and friendsnAnd those who just wanna wake up in dry clothesnAll I can feel is the brake set to coastnHere comes the steep hillnAnd now down we gonnWell all my songs used to end the same way:nEverything's gonna be okaynYou fuckers make that impossible to saynYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahnnWell all my songs used to end the same way:nEverything's gonna be okaynNow I find that's impossible to say