We thought that we would spot the station
Heard it was coming in from the southwest
At 6:17 pm, Saturday night
But we were too busy arguing over
Whether Revolver was better than Rubber Soul
It's the same argument we have every year
Jess fed the fire, we talked about tv
Which shows we were late to
Which ones we just blew through
We sat six feet apart and it was mostly okay
We watched the dogs run, imagined we were one
We watched as a hawk flew and everyone there knew
We were about to see one hell of a sunset
I guess this is not so bad
That's the bright idea we all had
Can't get so mad when a mad world gets more mad
So I guess this is not so bad
Marc and I, we talked about Jim
And how much we are missing him
And how much all of this fucking sucks
Then some boys skated down Marshall Drive
They were flying, just so alive
Sometimes downhill's not so bad
All of our sighs formed an unspoken motto
Every dog bark a bright staccato
When the neighbors walked by
Leo told me a secret ,but I'll never tell it
The sky grew dark and the fire was moonlit
And we waited until the embers refused to glow
I guess this is not so bad
That's the bright idea we all had
Can't get so mad when a mad world gets more mad
So I guess this is not so bad