My Version of It - Lesson #62 Lyrics

There's too much turn around
In love and wart
But you wont turn around
To greet Charles Fort
Juniper twenty-third,
Won't you ever learn?
You can't milk a crowd
But you can milk a herd

But it came and went and you were under ground
A Fortean main event on Puget Sound
Then on April the fifth, it all went to hell
You can make us sweat
But you can't make the ground swell

I guess we'll never work things out
It's too late now
I guess we'll never work things out

You went out on a limb
I went out on a limp
Sometimes it hurts my head
To even stop and think
What became of a man,
What became of a mess
When we came I stole towels
What became of the rest?

I guess we'll never work things out
It's too late now
I guess we'll never work things out

I guess we'll never work things out
It's too late now
I guess we'll never work things out

So where will I be?
You don't own the country
You know where I'm standing
The first lunar landing