Just got back from a long vacation

It wasn't all I'd expected it to be

Thought being free would be a good high to have

But coming back home with nothing to do is not a way to be



I feel I've known you and I don't want to screw that up

Flick of the switch moving you up the totem pole

And mixing metaphors and drinks down on the floor

Calling out your name every night at three



And you're years apart

You blow them all away



You summarize ends and destinations

Spring rise, summer slow, and autumn cessation

And I catch myself following you with my eyes

Just as sure as I ride



And you just standing there

You blow

You blow

You blow them all away