Caught up in the morning
I won’t rush out through the window
I would stay another day
Add a little milk
And it would taste like summer silk
Just for you and me
Ah
Let’s drink it all
Playing with the abstract
It would take us back to Friday
When we were adolescents
Those juvenile days
Never settled on the canvas
But we both knew what it was
Ah
Let’s drink it all
Let it float away
Keep the fire up
I’ll wear an orange suit
The semi-bitter taste
Don’t take it off of me
I’ll never walk again
With the spiders in my tongue
Caught up in the morning
I won’t rush out of the window
I would stay another day
Ah
Let’s drink it all