In Blizzard Of '77

The Cars Were Just Lumps On The Snow

And Then Later,

Tripping In 7-11

The Shelves Were Stretching Out Of Control

On A Plane Ride

The More It Shakes,

The More I Have To Let Go

Now The Signals,

Still Getting All Mixed Up

We're Always Doing Damage Control



But In The Middle Of The Night I Worry

It's Blurry Even Without Light

But In The Middle Of The Night I Worry

It's Blurry Even Without Light



I Know I Have Got A Negative Edge

That's Why I Sharpen All The Others A Lot

It's Like Flowers Or Ladybugs

Pretty Weeds Or Red Beetles With Dots



But In The Middle Of The Night I Worry

It's Blurry Even Without Light

But In The Middle Of The Night I Worry

It's Blurry Even Without Light



I Miss You More Than I Knew

I Miss You More Than I Knew