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