Gettin' stoned on Saturday
Afternoon on Beaver Lake
Being young's just a peace of cake
Getting old, miles away
Over the cliff
Into the deep deep blue
Watch me flying, (watch me flying)
Safe and waterproof
Like qualified
Fools will do
Over the cliff
Into the deep below
It's cold and the skies are grey
Walking dogs in the pourin' rain
Seems like time somehow escaped
Before I knew it was gettin' late
Over The cliff
Into the deep deep blue
Always tryin'
To get in touch with you
And there ain't no lying
For just the simple truth
A qualified
Fool for you
Breathin' water and I'm fightin' for air
As if there's nothing more left to fear
And we feel totally innocent
I close my eyes
N.C A
With one last fortress to defend
With one last world
Left in the sand
It's cold and the skies are grey
Walking dogs in the pourin' rain
Walking dogs in the pourin' rain