Tom and I, out on the hillside Waving airplanes and pulling our wristsNo girl of mine's gonna see me cry She'd be better off seeing me deadTom and I cover our eyes and decide To make our way out on the next passing birdI've found my solace in a plateau of nothingness Floating like grass, indecisiveMmmmmMy body is a passing leaf Dead as it is the groundUseless to nature's need Quite a sight not to seeTom and I, out on the hillside We're both so insane and pushing all upYou take New York and I will marry Lee Let's see who comes back worseMmmmmMmmmm