The rain falls and you feel it,
your head's in such a spin
And everything you ever owned
is left right where you've been
And everyone you ever loved
The trigger's at your finger,
but hope impedes your aim
You placed it all on lo gic,
and now the math don't add
The mailman's in mourning,
the ant you killed has walked
But not before he stole your watch
and then forced you not to talk
They laugh in old Kentucky,
they're crying out in Maine
And you're stuck in the middle
snorting hula hoops of pain
The trigger's at your finger,
but hope impedes your aim
You based it all on logic,
and now the mat don't add
A mime knocks at your window
The red drips down his new white suit
From the penknife in his back
And as you shine your mir ror
The carburetor hits your head
The papers blame the road
The trigger's at your finger
But hope impedes your aim
You placed it all on lo gic
And now the math won't ad d
You came up down and all you found
I saw you in the marketplace
And I hid behind the brambles
You looked so sweet and in nocent
like Jesus when he gambles
I thought of calling out to you
but I knew you wouldn't see
And I had nothing but filth to say
and I knew you'd only agree
