We Float

Patience is a curfew and my egg timer’s dinged done.
Take a bagel from the backseat and pass me one.
Oh oh, pass me one.
Scenery count by the yard rolls lazily by
As the ban van gives the highway a high-five.
Drums rolls as we hit the curb head first.

Oh oh, we are drowning.
Oh oh, we are floating.

We float south, sea-sick way. Wry to drive another day. We know oh oh oh oh.
D.A.R.E. Taught us fairly well:
Sticky situations in cars tend to gel.
Headed to lakes of silver and parks of echo.
Reached the beach and we kept going.
Think we’ll sink if we don’t start rowing.