You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done

Where you'll be, I'll be from
In a while, it will rain up, back into clouds
Where it first plotted its escape

We will take this time to strip down to our linens
And plot out excuses for going inside
We will take this time to strip down to our linens
And plot out excuses for going inside

And the skies wont believe what they say
Forecast talks anything of how well all stay the same
With what theyll stay for we cant get out anyway
With what theyll stay for theres no way out anyway

I wonder now what theyll say, no way, no way
People, keep the horses at bay, okay, okay
Youll say, dont ever fall down

With what they'll say, dont ever fall down, anyway
With what they'll say, dont ever fall down, anyway

I wonder now what theyll say, no way, no way
People keep the horses at bay, okay, okay