Gettin’ stoned on a saturday afternoon on Beaver Lake
Being young’s just a piece of cake
Getting old miles away

Over the cliff into the deep deep blue
Watch me flying safe and waterproof
Like qualified fools will do
Over the cliff into the deep below

It’s cold and the skies are grey
Walking dogs in the pourin’ rain
Seem’s like time somehow escaped
before I knew it was gettin’ late

Over the cliff into the deep deep blue
Always tryin’ to get in touch with you
and there ain’t no lying for just the simple truth
A qualified fool for you

Breatin’ water and I’m fightin’ for air
As if there’s nothin’ more left to fear
And we feel totally innocent
I close my eyes and count my blessings

With one last fortress to defend
With one last word left in the sand

It’s cold and the skies are grey
Walking dogs in the pourin’ rain
Walking dogs in the pourin’ rain