Underneath the overhang damp keeping dry
People that sway with a glaze in their eyes
Falling on the nod with a needle to the fade
Hangin in the wind like a beetle on a blade

Stone in a field boulder in a glade
Open bottle country road a hundred miles away from here
Grass overgrown broken window shade
Hangin in the wind like a beetle on a blade

Moon is younger than the sun
Out at night and filling up
Time not wasted on the young
Under lights and over cups
Sooner later Sooner later why?
Either way Im gonna be just fine
More than fine
Than fine

Bottom of the bottom or the top of the pops
Everybody fighting while the world around them falls apart
We don't want a dirge we don't want a serenade
We just wanna be like a beetle on a blade

Moon is younger than the sun
Out at night and filling up
Time not wasted on the young
Under lights and over cups
Sooner later sooner later why?
Either way Im gonna be just fine
More than fine
Than fine

Stone in a field
Beetle on a blade
Stone in a field
Beetle on a blade