Enough

There is power in your pain There's a 70% chance it will rain I predict that everybody has an ache There's a wave of gasoline That is 20 miles closer than it seems I believe That every body wants to be Working well Enough Where it showers, it will drain Where the powerless parts of your growing brain They'll deflate and let you exhale them awake I will take your third degree I will have you carve your name into a tree It still stands It is old as hell and still is Working well Enough Very well There's a Carolina grain That we watched as it was lost and found again I relate, as common sense behaves the same In another 100 years We might laugh at what were our once our favorite fears How they've changed Cannonballing down the drain Working well Enough