He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed the moment in the back with a round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he got to do
It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been because he forgot to look
He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Well I guess I could say
That he don't even know where to begin
Because he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Digging deep into the ditch every chance he missed
And the mess he made
Because hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid, a mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller, and his world is getting smaller
Better staple it together and call it bad weather
It's really too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back with the round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he got to do
It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been because he forgot to look
Better staple it together and call it bad weather
If the weather gets better we should get together
Spend a little time or we could do whatever
And if we get together we'd be twice as clever
So staple it together and call it bad weather
Love Jack Johnson. I could listen to him all day, as he is so mellow!
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