Letras: Dan Potthast. Sweets And Meats. Tornado Joe.

This place is quicksand don't you ever come back I guess you knew what's good for you you got out before you sank this place is quicksand you look after yourself and you'll see soon I'll get out too either there or somewhere else hey ho tornado Joe rip through me again I miss the mess in our old van I miss your bag of pens hey ho tornado Joe I propose a toast to you and me and rock and you you've got to blow out towards the coast there's so much I still don't know about this far left coast but my short time here for sure has shown it ain't no mecca no paradise the ocean's great and the weather's nice but isolation is everywhere and you can't escape it by coming here because anxiety can hitch a ride on planes and loneliness travels from state to state all my stuff is in bags and crates but I can't escape my baggage brains oh this place is quicksand