Pensive Pianos Become the Teeth

The first man saw his scope
Making lists, he asked
"Will it look like this tomorrow?"
Excuse you, behoove you
To live a spiders life and clean up nice
Placate away
Placate away and grow up tame
Tonight I saw what I'll never be
Old men walking and the reveries badgering me
My longevity lays in my feet
I'm counting Fridays on calendars
I'm seeing signs in my yellow teeth

I do my best thinking while driving
But now, but now I have to wear glasses
And they've been doing roadwork for years
It's funny how, it's funny how
It's funny how, it's funny how
Towns never lose their smells
It's funny how now I scythe and scowl
About missing this house
You can learn to live without anyone
You just can't live with the re-runs

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to let my hair down
I'm ready, I'm ready to move to the woods
Until the floor boards are raspy
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Sometimes I wish I could stop scratching at my wheels
Scratching at the heels of my sneaks
Scratching at my wheels
Scratching at the heels of my sneaks