Elliott Smith — Lets Turn the Record Over

One Tomorrow I'll feel fine It's yesterday that took my breath away Flying off the handle, finally Sweeping down the avenue God's up in his heaven And the devil's on Bonnie Raitt But there seems to be no room for us So choose your poison, it's up to you I'd recommend you think about it Long and hard 'Cause the woods can get thick quick inside Dark and tangled and petrified And you'll wander through the endless night And never see the light of day Let's turn the record over Your life's a pleasant valley Moonlight lies upon us in the sun His shadow stays behind you Graceful as a dancer in a ballet