Testo Asleep at the Wheel

Good evening, my melancholy muse
Such wonderful weather we've had
Grey skies, without a hint of rain
The clouds are heavy and breaking at their seams
I haven't finished building my ark
So if you could say goodnight
This flood could be avoided
Asleep at the wheel again
It's just you and I
As you murder July
The leaves came and went
And then they grew again
And are starting to die
Why do we follow these seasons?
Why can't you just let it die?

Goodnight now, my melancholy muse
It rained for 40 days and 40 nights too long
And all around me, this aquatic, murky graveyard
Speaks of new beginnings to old mistakes
I like to think that, that now I've paid my dues
To some picture on the wallAnd a meaningless muse