In the blizzard of '77
The cars were just lumps on the snow
And then later trippin at 7-11
The shelves were stretching out of control
On a plane ride
The more it shakes, the more I have to let go
And the signal's still getting all mixed up
We're always doing damage control.

But in the middle of the night I worry
Its blurry even without light
In the middle of the night I worry
Its blurry even without light.

I miss you more than I knew

I know I have got a negative edge
That's why I sharpen all the others a lot
Its like flowers or ladybugs
Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots.

But in the middle of the night I worry
Its blurry even without light
In the middle of the night I worry
Its blurry even without light.

I miss you more than I knew
I miss you more than I knew
I miss you more than I knew.