Long Week

All of the fortune-tellers say it's gonna be a long week, a long week
'Cuz you got used to the upswing
The feeling of a winning streak

But the clouds, the clouds of day bring
This spot on the stage
And look when the man is calling for a pouring

So cry your eyes out pretty baby
Hold my hand and trot your tongue
Oh, it's been heavy round you lately
And you'll feel lighter when you're done

All of the hands on the clock say
That it's getting late
And you've been hanging around in the same old place

But the clouds, the clouds of day bring
This spot on the stage
And look when the man is calling for a pouring

So cry your eyes out pretty baby
Hold my hand and trot your tongue
Oh, it's been heavy round you lately
And you'll feel lighter when you're done

The lightning strikes every minute in this place, in this place, in this place
And it would be a miracle if we get out of here unscathed

All of the fortune-tellers say that it looks like rain

So cry your eyes out pretty baby
Hold my hand and trot your tongue
Oh, it's been heavy round you lately
And you'll feel lighter when you're done