3:30 at the park alone, pull up the grass make a new home. Everybody gets down, everybody does. The winter wind went off and froze all of the hair inside my nose, everybody gets down, everybody does. As I catch my rubber ball, throw it right back against the wall, it sure beats watching the grass grow, swing out your arm and just let go. Put my foot in my mouth for fun, everybody gets down, everybody does, and I don’t believe in love. Wanted to feel something that hurt, stamped my head down in the dirt, said “I don’t think it’s gonna work.” When the lunch break has begun walk down “the ave” a couple blocks, said “here’s a dollar and some change, sing me the same song that I requested yesterday.” Because I wish I was born 1000 years ago, and I wish I’d sailed the darkened seas on a great big clipper ship, going from this land here to that, wearing a sailor suit and cap. And I guess that I just don’t know, but everybody gets down, everybody does, and I don’t believe in love. Oh no, he’s doing it again, another 6 pack of tall cans, everybody gets down, everybody does. Don’t know what’s real, can’t tell what’s fake, everybody gets down everybody does. Punched my friends right in the face, kissed their lips and said that “I’m so glad that we’re buds, but everybody gets down, everybody does, and I don’t believe in love.” Leaving the 700 club, too drunk to bike I think I’ll walk “Zech Scott, make sure he gets home safe, did what we could to make him stay.” Got an itch along the way, said “later Zech, I’ll be ok. I’m feeling strange, I gotta run.” Went and layed in the street for fun. Sometimes I live in the country, and sometimes I live in town. Sometimes I take a great notion to drown.