Underneath the overhang damp keeping dry People that sway with a glaze in the eyes Falling on the nod with a needle to the fade Hangin in the wind like a beetle on a blade Stone in a field boulder in a glade Open bottle country road a hundred miles away from here Grass overgrown broken window shade Hangin in the wind like a beetle on a blade Moon is younger than the sun Out at night and filling up Time not wasted on the young Under lights and over cups Sooner later Sooner later why? Either way Im gonna be just fine More than fine Than fine Bottom of the bottom or the top of the pops Everybody fighting while the world around them falls apart We don't want a dirge we don't want a serenade We just wanna be like a beetle on a blade Moon is younger than the sun Out at night and filling up Time not wasted on the young Under lights and over cups Sooner later sooner later why? Either way Im gonna be just fine More than fine Than fine Stone in a field Beetle on a blade Stone in a field Beetle on a blade