We're Thinking the Same Thing

Mouth full of rain You're holding your gun upside down You're holding your wild ducks to the ground You're counting every peanut you throw away Hey, take my head Make it ring between your knees And talk to the fire like a brother And though we must lock the one door or the other We're thinking the same thing Too tired to steer I am too tired to talk smart if you're just gonna dance Too tired for these pants and too fat to disappear Too tired to love that cop on a string You send down to your gate I'm too tired to taste your mother And we may step on the one frog or the other But we're thinking the same thing, mm Baby horses on my chest Are trying to push me out to sea and you're doing the same How quickly we forget, we're thinking the same thing You and me got born on the same day that everybody gets Indoor pools as big as cornfields May stroke our hair and kiss our heel And we may go surfboarding on into the ovens, babe Let's go Californian on all fours with nothing, babe Let's pony away from the land of long discussions, babe You already know how I feel