Let's leave on Saturday
Let's leave Friday night
I can't promise
I'm not really sure we'll be all right
I don't know much, but I'm not too messed up to see
Baby, you're the only thing I know I'd hate to leave
Now, or I guess we never will
Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill
Struggle through the S's, through the tunnels in the trees
Through this sticky optimism hardening in me
It might do some good just to wake up by the sea
To the smell of breath and greasy hair and car seats
Now, or I guess we never will
Pull the trigger, I don't care which myth I kill
Play the one, it works out for the best
And the best is always yet to come
PCH One might be a catalyst, our panacea
Play the one where no one's really gone
Every answer's buried in a song
PCH One might be a mending kit
I need some mending
Let's leave on Saturday
Let's leave Friday night
I can't promise
I'm not really sure we'll be all right
