"Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works.

Take the 10 out.  On arriving, detour other road.

Where every sign's a carved design.

stick feather on with glue

and run amok upon the lawn"

The sun comes up and it just dawned on me:

one thing's clear

the times come when all of your love is drained



I've seen this scene

I'll dream this dream and have now and then

I lose my concentration to some twister again

and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your

weathermen

now feeling wet and most alone

into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb?

at least I got this one thing clear:

the times come when all of your love is drained

		

	Crash on the east Grapevine

	and now that the blacktop's dried up

	you'll be tied up and I'll be fine...



Now that I've got your attention,

a toast to the host.

If that's a rope and wood invention

then tie me to its post.

There's a subject to consider

since we both know each other too well.

Forget the plumber, call a priest

the convicts have all been released

and I just screwed this up 

at least I think I have

but you left me with this one thing clear:

the times come when all of our love is drained.

One thing's clear

the time comes when all of your love is drained.