Over the Cliff Into the Deep Deep Blue

Gettin' stoned on a saturday afternoon on Beaver Lake Being young's just a piece of cake Getting old miles away Over the cliff into the deep deep blue Watch me flying safe and waterproof Like qualified fools will do Over the cliff into the deep below It's cold and the skies are grey Walking dogs in the pourin' rain Seems like time somewhere escaped Before I knew it was gettin' late Over the cliff into the deep deep blue Always tryin' to get in touch with you And there ain't no lying for just the simple truth A qualified fool for you Breathin' water and I'm fightin' for air As if there's nothin' more left to fear And we feel totally innocent Close my eyes and count my blessings With one last fortress to defend With one last word left in the sand It's cold and the skies are grey Walking dogs in the pourin' rain Walking dogs in the pourin' rain