Lesson #62 Lyrics

There's too much turn around in love and wart

But you wont turn around to greet Charles Fort

Juniper twenty-third won't you ever learn

You can't milk a crowd but you can milk a herd

But it came and went and you were under ground

A Fortean main event on Puget Sound

Then on April the fifth it all went to hell

You can make us sweat but you can't make the ground swell

I guess we'll never work it out

It's too late now

I guess we'll never work it out

You went out on a limb, I went out on a limp

Sometimes it hurts my head to even stop and think

What became of a man, what became of a mess

When I came we stole towels, what became of the rest?

I guess we'll never work it out

It's too late now

I guess we'll never work it out

I guess we'll never work it out

It's too late now

I guess we'll never work it out

So where will I be?

You don't own the country

You know where I'm standing

The first lunar landing