Worldender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close I make the most of my own surrender Worldender Worldender
Driving South 101 Got a parking ticket In a state park in Oregon I didn’t see the sign But I rarely do now do I Smoke in my eyes
Pulled over For a glass and a plate and a smoke break You like half empty dives And I like Christmas in May And the lights went out And I could not see my own hands And the walls began to dance
Worldender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close I make the most of my own surrender Worldender Worldender
Back to the van Rows and rows and rows of almond trees I clocked out for a minute Hands at six and three You thought we’d never make it To see our angel in silver lake But we did and we’ll do it again
Worldender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close I make the most of my own surrender Worldender Worldender