You Blanks

I always liked to watch the weather
 Hoping for some disaster
 To gather us in the dark
 We'd huddle up against it
 It was a funny little spark
 In that predictable world
 Of bonehead boys and flipped out girls
 I could use that familiar roster back again now
 To hassle my heart
 Oh to be humiliated
 With such short memory
 Redemption always waited
 In terry cloth, under the seagrape tree
 With promises that terrified me
 Oh yeah
 But with a smile and one tan arm around my shoulder
 Politics was foreign, and sex for when you're older
 Well that got better, the rest got worse
 And now every horse I dream about is pulling a hearse
 Well all my songs used to end the same way:
 "Everything's gonna be okay"
 You fuckers make that impossible to say
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Now I still watch the weather
 I drag you outside when the black clouds gather
 The hair stands up on your arms I know
 And you run back inside calling "I told you so"
 While I embarrass my family and friends
 And those who just wanna wake up in dry clothes
 All I can feel is the brake set to coast
 Here comes the steep hill
 And now down we go
 Well all my songs used to end the same way:
 "Everything's gonna be okay"
 You fuckers make that impossible to say
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Well all my songs used to end the same way:
 "Everything's gonna be okay"
 Now I find that's impossible to say