(Music and Lyrics: Stu Mullins, Sam Mullins)

Brick through my window
Lands on my bed
Sits on my pillow next to my head

I despise the weatherman
You think he’s cute
The hundred and forty-third dispute

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

Nixon in China felt more at ease
Collapsing peace you promised me
Fluid in friendship
Failed intimacy
Still the honesty is inviting me

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

We walk ‘round on pins and needles
Argue ‘bout the Stones and Beatles
You may win but I will have the last word
Won’t I?

Arduous nature you think you’re full of insight
And I’m afraid to see you
For you look great underneath that light

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

And squander it all.