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