cast out a line, pray the fish are taking
“I’m doing fine”, hope they are too
pondwater scum masks my bad intentions
dip my face in, see them clearly

I’ve got a rod and a brand new fish hook
I swear to God it better work
and if it don’t the whole world is unfair
and if it does then I’ll declare:

I had a good day to get what I needed to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole

things suddenly happening how I want
I swear that I didn’t mean to
but just in case you don’t want to hear me
my alibi’s genuinely

I had a good day to get what I needed to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole

I had a dream that all brooklyn sank into the upper bay
watched from a plane the sea-hipsters drinking all the pbr
I felt at home despite the fact that I never even lived there
I said goodbye, except strangely I just couldn’t stop laughing

the whole scene made me all horny
woke from the dream with clarity on what I would do today

I’ll have a good day to get what I will need to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole