If you was inanimate, you'd be a flute,
Or an airplane that fell from the sky
All the way down with a blue parachute,
With a rip in the side
And if the stars could breathe, they'd be mountain goats
Or hookers with hearts of gold
Or castaway children on a sinking ship
Slipping into the water so cold
If tomorrow was living it'd live in the pines,
It'd sip from the mountain dew
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
And Noah knew just what to do
And no one knew just what to do