Get Your Crayons Out Lyrics

took seven states of driving straight
the sky was grey the bird and hay
were splattered with moss and broken cross
that littered the road with snow in may
well there must be some kind of misunderstanding
this must be some kind of misunderstanding here

raincoats are hanging round your waist
lime is growing all in haste
but clouds are approaching a little too fast
for crying out loud man get your trailer
I'm waiting for far too...