Black Out

[Verse 1] Sunday drive past your own hall of fame It's closed on weekdays, shut for good You've got no one when you're talking Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking No one has a clue [Chorus A] The parting shots The thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shack The spastic rats, the criminals chat [Verse 2] Count to ten and read until the lights begin to bleed Lights! Until you actually see the rays And your thoughts they start to turn in Those lessons that you're learning No one has a clue [Chorus B] The gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots wrestle with the elements up on the trail high I need to know, where does it go? How do I get there and what will I find? [Outro] Fun, fun, fun, fun for the summertime blues (It's gonna set you free) Fun, fun, fun, fun, for the summertime blues