he wakes up from terrible night plains
a picture hung inside his endless race
he eats up the remedy for the days
winter comes, the humans hibernate
when they're done they'll run and sing for rain
when they're young they see the bright in the saints
times get rough, they won't discern by age
in a rut, we hope the office has cake
who's got guts to tell it like it is?
she wakes up from terrible night plains
a picture hung inside Her endless race
she drinks up her remedies for the days
winter comes, the humans hibernate
when they're done they'll run and sing for rain
when they're young they see the bright in the saints
times get rough, they won't discern by age
in a rut, we hope they all give us cake