Heard the northern cap is melting
Soon I'll be all at sea
We'll hike to higher ground
Haul our boats uphill
Sink our oars on three

What larks there are there on the wing
Have never meant a thing
For the love of being crude
And if Hades scares you now
You must be one lucky cow
To choose to chew and move

We'll traipse around the woods no more
Or picnic on the forest floor
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for more
We'll roll in the stems no more
And blow through the blades of yore
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for more

Heard the southern seas are swelling
Soon they'll be overhead
We'll get out on a rocket ship
Sure it might cost a bit
It's better being poor than being wet
And if hell fire scares you still
It'll seem run of the mill
When your friends are going up in flames
What larks there were there on the wing
Never meant a thing
If there won't be larks again

We'll traipse around the woods no more
Or picnic on the forest floor
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for...
We'll wade in the tide no more
Or sunbathe on the golden shore
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for...
We'll roll in the stems no more
And blow through the blades of yore
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for...

We'll traipse around the woods no more
Or picnic on the forest floor
We'll know we're insecure and know we're in for more
We'll slow down to a stop
Hope it'll be enough