The Nimbostratus Jig

Feels like my tongue’s all in a twist
In my boots, shaking for a story
Never ends, or even exists
How you’d like to
Therefore, I invite you for a ride
With chips on the side
Postprandial promenading by the seaside
A meeting of eyes

Feels like it’s wrong here to insist
Seems like I'm dancing the nimbostratus jig
Yeah, the humidity’s rising
My guts keep on reminding me
I’m bold, no lack to behold
No hay mal que por bien no venga, baby
Won’t somebody save me

Think of a time you were alone
With nothing to do
And nowhеre to be
Did you think of me
Wеll, maybe next time

Ebbing the ice and sealing a kiss
In my boots shaking for a story
Never went or even exists
How you’d like to
Therefore I invite you for a ride
We’ll go to the sea
And dampen our feet
We’ll talk about me
The birds in the trees
Our reasons for being
Just what we are seeing
Hey! Why are you leaving?