Spring Haze - Live In West Palm Beach 11/21/07

Well, I know it's just a spring haze
 But I don't much like the look of it
 And if omens are a godsend like men
 Breezing in
 Certain these clouds go somewhere
 Billowing out to somewhere
 In a single engine Cessna
 You say we'll never make it there
 So all we do is circle it
 Uh oh, let go off, on my way
 Unseen this eternal wanting
 Uh oh, way to go, so I get creamed
 Waiting for Sunday to drown
 Uh oh, waiting on, waiting on Sunday
 Waiting on Sunday to land
 Uh oh, way to go, waiting on Sunday
 Waiting on Sunday to drown
 So I know it's just a spring haze
 But I don't much like the look of it
 And all we do is circle it
 And I found out where my edge is
 And it bleeds into where you resist
 And my only way, way out
 Is to go so far in
 Billowing out to somewhere
 Billowing out Luna Riviera
 Billowing out to somewhere
 Uh oh, let go, off on my way
 Unseen this eternal wanting
 Let go, so if I really get creamed
 Waiting for Sunday to drown
 Waiting on Sunday to drown
 Why does it always end up like this?
 Why does it always end up like this?
 Why does it always end up like this?
 Let go, uh oh, off on my way
 Unseen this eternal wanting
 Let go, way to go, so I get creamed
 Waiting on Sunday to drown
 Uh oh, waiting on, waiting on Sunday
 Waiting on Sunday to land
 Uh oh, waiting on, waiting on Sunday
 Waiting on Sunday to drown
 Waiting on Sunday to drown
 Waiting on Sunday
 Waiting on Sunday to land
 Uh oh, so if I really get creamed
 I'm waiting for Sunday to drown