Spring Haze

Well I know it’s just a spring haze But I don’t much like the look of it And if omens are a godsend like men Breezing in Certain these clouds go somewhere Billowing out to somewhere In a single engine cessna You say we’ll never make it there So all we do is circle it Uh-oh, let go, off on my way Unseen this eternal wanting Uh-oh, way to go, so I get creamed Waiting for Sunday to drown Uh-oh, way to go Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land Uh-oh, way to go Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to drown So I know it’s just a spring haze But I don’t much like the look of it And all we do is circle it And I found out where my edge is And it bleeds into where you resist And my only way, way out, is to go So far in Billowing out to somewhere Billowing out Luna Riviera Billowing out to somewhere Uh-oh, let go, off on my way Unseen this eternal wanting Let go, so if I really get creamed Waiting for Sunday to drown Waiting on Sunday to drown Why does it always end up like this Why does it always end up like this Why does it always end up like this Let go, uh-oh, off on my way Unseen this eternal wanting Let go, way to go So I get creamed Waiting on Sunday to drown Uh-oh, waiting on Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land Uh-oh, waiting on Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to drown Waiting on Sunday to drown Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land Uh-oh, so if I really get creamed I'm waiting for Sunday to drown