So wouldn't you know
It looks like a new low
Can't see the reeds
The seeds to sow
Can't seem to see

Run out of missives to send
Tell all your children and friends
But they won't listen
Run out of statutes to bend
Sick of your children and friends
But mine won't listen

So wouldn't you know
We've all got a warm glow
Can't see the wood
For the trees to grow
We all need to see

Run out of missives to send
Tell all your children and friends
'Cause they won't listen
Run out of statutes to bend
Sick of your children and friends
'Cause mine won't listen

Hope, it'll soon go
High pressure flows
It goes and goes
This used to be frozen snow
Didn't you know

Run out of missives to send
Tell all your children and friends
'Cause they won't listen

Run out of statutes to bend
Sick of your children and friends
'Cause mine won't listen

And mine won't listen
No they won't listen