Winter Park, what a mess you've made us.
After one long drive, we can hardly speak.
So I'll set up camp on an itchy carpet
Where, thanks to you, we'll make plans for the week.

Eight words of advice:
Keep your pneumonia the hell away from me.
'Cause it could have come at a better time
As you've overdosed on supplements and herbal tea.

It's breaking my back, bearing every situation.
And, at the risk of an attack, I'll use delicate persuasion
To keep you in the other room.

Winter Park, what an ironic statement.
Over one long night, we can hardly speak.
Watching romance happen after hours, 
But if you need to know, your secret's safe with me.

These things aren't new to me.
But to bear the doubt is a troublesome route.
Who's laughing now?

It's breaking my back, bearing every situation.
And, at the risk of an attack, I'll use delicate persuasion
To keep calm and carry on.
To avoid the night completely.
To drive us downtown.
To watch a shuttle launch and Aaron sing.
But what should have been or even is...

Don't get the wrong impression.
Talking over and over and over and oversight.
Getting underwhelmed by a quieter sound tonight.

So draw a finger to your mouth
And start setting up your vows
Of getting out of the house
And driving East and down.
'Cause word is getting around.

Winter Park...
What a mess you've made us.