Spring Haze

Well I know it's just a spring haze But I don't much like the look of it And if omens are a god send 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 Let got, way to go so I get creamed Waiting on Sunday to drown Waiting on Sunday to drown And I know it's just a sring haze But I don't much like the look of it But all we do is circle it And I found out where my edge is And it bleeds into where you resist And muy only way out is to go So far in Billowing out to somewhere Billowing out luna riviera Waiting on Sunday to drown Why. does. it. always end up like this Waiting on Sunday so I get creamed Wainting for Sunday to drown