Petrified Forest - Cass McCombs

Our lives weave a pattern

A staff twined by adders

Our mouths, sore to chew

Now you’re eating for two

Yesterdays, wine and song

Are you very far along?

What’s the dream to the bed?

What’s the wreath to the Glorious Dead?

Look at what I found in the dresser

No means yes

Petrified forest

Dad gummit, gall dangit, dag nabbit

You’re darn tootin' tipping is Un-American

Do you ever get the feeling

That you’re being followed by a van?

Yesterdays yet to come

Win some, lose some

No means yes

Petrified forest