Coming Up Shorts

It's the encore to the metaphor I'm preaching to my choir

You pretend to just be standing there sucking on your pacifiers

I'm thinking if this won't work, I'll have to do something with synthesizers

I'm cross-eyed on the prize forcing my luck

I'm warming up running around in my

Don't come up shorts

Rolling around in the thorns

All runners-up running around in the dark

It was getting dark in Tranquility Park, I said, "I think we'd better leave"

And on my way out of the trees, it suddenly came to be

That I'm cross-eyed on the prize forcing my luck

I'm warming up running around in my

Don't come up shorts

Rolling around in the thorns

All runners-up running around in the dark

Ghosts appeared on the polaroid and I'm shaking like a Neil

I'm cross-eyed on the prize forcing my luck

I'm warming up running around in my

Don't come up shorts

Rolling around in the thorns

All runners-up running around in the dark

It's believe or begone

Running around in the dark