Mouthful of rain You're holding your gun upside down You're holding your wild ducks to the ground You're counting every peanut you throw away They take my head Make it rain between your knees And talk to the fire like a brother And then we must lock the one door or the other We're thinking the same thing Too tired to steer I am too tired to talk smart if you're just gonna dance Too tired for these pants And too fat to disappear Too tired to love that cop on the street he sent down the other gate I'm too tired to taste your mouth And we may step on the one frog or the other But we're thinking the same thing Baby horses on my chest are tryna push me out to sea And you're doing the same How quickly we forget We're thinking the same thing You and me got born on the same day that everybody gets And our pools are as big as the corn fields They stroke our hands and kiss our heel And we make a surfboard living out into the [?] babe Let's go California on all fours with nothing, babe Lets pony away from the land of long discussions, babe You already know how I feel