Petrified Forest

Our lives weave a pattern A staff twined by adders Our mouths sore to chew Now you’re eating for two Yesterday's wine and song Are you very far along? What’s the dream to the bed? What’s the wreath to the glorious dead? Look at what I found in the dresser! No means yes Petrified forest Dadgummit, gall dangit, dagnabbit You’re darn tootin’ tripping is un-American Do you ever get the feeling That you’re being followed by a van? Yesterday's yet to come Win some, lose some No means yes Petrified forest