They say the sun
Is gonna grow someday
It`s gonna get a real close
And burn us all up
No more traffic in the street
No more road rage
No more pretending
Things are real tough
I cant promise you tomorrow
No one has the right to lie
You can beg and steal and borrow
It won`t save you from the sky
Let me see a show of hands
Tell me the truth now
What happens if
Nuetrinos have mass
I can`t tell you about tomorrow
I`m as lost as yesterday
In between your joy and sorrow
I suggest you have your say
Here`s to the little things
The sports section
The weather chanel
A good battery