- ♪ Now as our poor young lungs deflate ♪
♪ I'll admit I've gotten older ♪
♪ Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The feeling that we're lost will always fade ♪
♪ I present no explanation ♪
♪ Can't expect our tired patience ♪
♪ To satiate for long ♪
♪ Therein lies a truth we can sip when we want ♪
♪ Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere ♪
- Oh, so hot. Oh, so sweaty.
Sweat dripping off of my 10-year-old Johnson.
This is not worth the $40.
- Oh, Tommy, thank you so much.
Look at you! You're such a doll.
- Oh, no problem. That's gonna be 40 bucks.
- Oh my gosh! I love your industrious spirit,
but here is a plate of brownies for your trouble.
- What do you mean? Brownies instead of--
- instead of money?
- I'm just a little short on cash right now.
- I just mowed the lawn for two hours.
- Sweetheart, you shouldn't be helping neighbors
for the money, okay? You should be helping them
for the exchange of goodwill and good brownies!
Bye-bye, Tommy!
- I'm saying no. What's happening?
- Bye sweetheart! B-bye!
- "B-bye"?
Oh, what a day.
This is not a quality lawnmower at all, is it?
[truck horn honks] - Excuse me, kid.
- Me?
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
- I was just walking home.
- No, what you're doing is stealing clients
by undercutting my prices.
- Stealing clients? I'm 10. - Oh-ho!
You're one of these kids who likes to hide behind math!
- What's happening?
- You're stealing food from my family.
- No. - That job...
- Stop.
- Could've been a hot meal...
- Stop. - On my son's plate.
- Hey, Tom. - Oh, hey, Randy.
- Yeah, Tom. Why did you steal my dinner?
- No, you've got it all wrong.
I literally got paid in brownies.
I didn't even get money. - Oh!
Great, so you stole my dessert. That's even worse.
- You steal desserts!
A child's reward for what he does, you steal!
[truck horn honking]
- What just happened?
- Whoo, Tom, these are incredible!
This is even better than money.
- I don't know about that. - Tom, if I've taught you
one thing as a mother, what is it?
- You can't eat money? - Exactly.
Keep these brownies coming.
[cell phone ringing] Oh, hang on.
Oh, hi, Denise. What's up, girl?
Why yes, Tom is mowing lawns for baked goods.
- Oh, no! Don't encourage that.
- Will he mow your lawn for a Bundt cake?
- Give me the phone. - Of course he will!
We'll put you down for Saturday.
Take care, Denise.
- Oh my God! Denise! - Too late.
- Mom, I don't think you have the authority
to accept jobs on my behalf. That's against the law.
- Tom, I'm your mom.
I have complete and unchecked authority over you.
- No, let's call the mayor.
Let's call somebody. What's going on here?
- Let's call--hey! Call the mayor.
- Oh, my God. - Hi, Rick.
It's funny you ask, Rick. Tom is accepting new clients.
- No, no, no. - Sure.
Snickerdoodles. That sounds great.
- Snickerdoodles?
- I'll put you down for Saturday.
- Rick...
- He's gonna love working for baked goods.
- Woot, woot! - Kids, follow your dreams.
Good things will happen.
Aim high.
[applause]
- That was inspiring.
Wow. Listen to that stuff, kids!
Next up to tell us about their career:
He is a landscaper. He works with mulch and trees.
- Oh, no. - Give it up for Mr. Miller.
[applause]
- Kids, remember this face,
because it is the face of failure.
Look at it! All of you!
Don't avert your eyes!
I had a successful business, and then Tom here...
- Oh, no. Leave me out of this.
- ...swooped in and stole all my clients.
- I didn't swoop.
- I can't find work, and my son can't eat.
- I'm hungry, Dad. - Randy, please...
- I'm starving, Papa!
- That felt preplanned. - I know you are.
But I can't provide for my family
because of Tom, Randy.
- All right, listen, everyone. I feel terrible.
If there's anything I can do, just say the word.
- Can we crash at your house? We're being evicted.
- No, that's a bit much. Good luck, though.
Hope you guys find something.
If you need anything, just say the word.
- Can we crash at your house?
- If you need anything other than shelter,
other than housing...
- Tom, you just said, "If there's anything I can do."
- No, that's a figure of speech.
I was just making small talk.
- Small talk? These people need shelter!
- And isn't your dad in, like, Myrtle Beach or something,
so you actually have plenty of room?
- Tom, why do you hate my dad's business?
Why do you hate our family? Why did you steal my dinner?
- All right, you know what?
My mom is not big on houseguests,
but I feel like she's gonna understand.
Our home is your home.
- You want to have a belching contest?
- [belches]
- That's good! [belches]
I win again!
- How long are you two staying again?
- There was no end date.
Wake up, Tom!
- What's happening? Why? What?
- We're playing Jenga! Come on.
- You woke me up for Jenga?
- What? "Some pulp"?
Okay, I guess I'm "some happy" right now.
Jesus.
- ♪ I'm washing my body with a great soap ♪
♪ Even though the American empire's collapsing ♪
- In sports, the International Basketball League was busy
last night with several games on the schedule...
- [breaks wind] - [breaks wind]
- You know what, guys? Take this the right way,
but I find you people so annoying,
and I think we need to wrap this up.
- You're throwing us out? - Yup.
- Even though I have no way to earn a living?
- Look, there's plenty of jobs out there.
What skills do you have besides landscaping?
- What are your top skills? - My top skill?
- Yeah. - Crying.
- Oh, come on.
- That's learnable.
- I don't work well with others.
- That's a problem. - I have no grasp
on basic communication skills, okay?
- That's true.
- I also refuse to wear
a uniform or a suit.
- You're really limiting your options.
- This weekend, we're holding open auditions
for "New Jersey's Got Talent"! Come on, Jersey.
Show us what you got. Top prize is $1 million!
- That's it. You can sing. - That's your career.
- Me? I'm no singer.
- I heard you in the shower. You're great.
- You think I could sing professionally?
- If it gets you out of my house, I really do.
- Me too. I think you can do it.
- Tom will even join you at the audition
to make sure it goes well.
- Oh no, I'm not joining anyone.
I don't join things.
- Tom, you bankrupted my father.
The least you can do is tag along and clap.
[breaks wind]
- Yo, Tom! - Oh, Nelson.
Hey, I didn't know you were gonna be here.
You guys are all auditioning?
- Of course. - I'm doing my magic act.
Watch this. Whoa!
Oh! A quarter?
- Oh, my God, that was amazing.
- Man. That's magic, brother.
- Principal, what kind of act do you do?
- It sounds boring, but it's--
I do a tap dance routine with my dog.
- Wow. Lot of good acts. Lot of strong acts.
- What are you doing, Tom?
I didn't know you had any talents.
- Oh, I'm not talented, no. I'm just here to make sure
the landscaper's audition goes well.
- What? - He moved into our house
with his son. Now I'm helping him...
- What? - Reinvent his career.
It's a long story.
- If I had a penny for all your stories,
I would have a-- ah-oh--a quarter!
- That's good. It gets me every time.
- I think I'm ready.
- [scatting]
- Thank you for coming in. - Thank you.
- Next up, I've got a Mr. Miller.
- Thanks for seeing me.
My passion is to write and sing original songs,
mostly about landscaping. Here we go.
[moody music]
♪ Leaf Blower blow me home ♪
♪ Blow me a mil-- ♪
- Thank you. Thank you for coming in.
- Oh, you didn't like it? - Oh, no, no.
You have a lovely voice.
There's just no market for landscaping ballads.
Just a tough genre, if you know what I mean.
- At least let the guy finish the song.
He waited for hours.
- And who are you?
- I'm Tom. I'm his landlord.
- That's funny.
Now, this kid has an interesting look.
And look at his brother. What a pair.
- Oh, no, we're not brothers.
- No, yeah, we have an open disdain for each other.
- I love the banter. What a family.
- We're not a family.
- But we do live under the same roof, Tom.
- Yeah. We don't like each other.
There's constant discontent. We're a family.
- What if you do this act, but as a boy band?
- What? No.
- A boy band that includes one of the dads?
I mean, it's never been done.
- Love it. Fresh idea. - Genius.
- That sounds like the worst act ever.
- Why don't you not tell me how to do my business, kid?
Come back in next week, because you guys are in round one.
- What? No, no, no. - Yes.
- Son, our problems are over.
[gentle guitar music]
All right, here we go. Ready?
Hit it!
♪ I'm here mowing lawns ♪
♪ And applying mulch ♪ - ♪ Mulch ♪
- ♪ And I'm blowing people's leaves ♪
- ♪ I'm here ♪ - Blowing leaves.
- ♪ But it's no fun when you're not here ♪
- Oh, my God. What am I seeing?
- ♪ I think it's time to leave ♪
- Blow me from here.
- Okay. Stop the music. Tom!
- What's wrong? - You need to sell it.
- I was snapping, snapping and dancing.
- Big smile. Snap like you mean it.
- Tom, can I have a word with you, buddy?
- All right, you guys practice. I'm gonna go talk to Nelson.
- Here we go. Here we go. All right, you ready?
- Hey, buddy. What's up?
- Hey, what are you doing? - What am I doing?
I joined a family-based boy band
that sings about landscaping. We made it to round one.
Good shot at the million dollars, I think.
- Big smile! - Tom, Tom...
- Randy, what are you doing?
- Tom. - You okay?
Why are you rubbing your temples?
- You're not winning anything. - All right.
Sounds like you're jealous, so I'm--
- Jealous? Come on, man.
Haven't you seen those shows?
You guys are the "token bad act."
- Token bad act? What does that even mean?
- They bring you on the show
so they can make fun of you.
- That's why we're on the show? - It's a setup.
- Oh, no. This is not good at all.
- Randy. - If you can't snap,
you don't belong in the business.
- I'm telling you, man. I'm gonna be honest with you.
You need to bail on this.
I can't be friends with a guy
in a landscaping boy band.
- I appreciate the talk, but I gotta be honest.
My gut is saying go for it.
- Tom, you're wearing a jumpsuit,
snapping and dancing. - Yeah?
- You clearly don't make good decisions in life.
- Tom, you have outdone yourself.
I can't believe they sent a limo!
- They do it for all on-camera talent.
- What now? - And it's not a limo.
It's a nasty old town car.
- In my opinion, if it's got a glass wall,
it's a limo, and please zip it.
- Enjoy. - I'm proud of you, Tom.
- Thank you.
- 'Cause not only are you getting these lunatics
out of our house, you could also win $1 million.
- Mom, don't get your hopes up.
I don't think our act is that strong, to be honest.
[cell phone ringing] - Hello?
Actually, my son cannot mow your lawn today.
- Oh, no, I can. - Go ahead, fire him.
Your Bundt cake sucks anyway. Bye, bitch.
- You can't do that. - Millionaires don't mow lawns.
Ya heard? [cell phone ringing]
Hello. No, Tom can't make it.
- I'll be there.
- He said, and I quote,
"Tell Mrs. Ryan
to shove her weedwhacker straight up her own crack."
I know, kids these days.
[upbeat dance music playing distantly]
- All right, buddy. I just need to mic you up.
- Oh, okay. Showbiz. Very exciting.
- Hey, where are your dad and brother?
- I have no idea.
- What do you mean? - We're not a tight family.
- Oh, you've got to be shitting me!
We need them. - What?
- You're on in 10 minutes. - Oh.
- We're gonna have to call them.
- Okay. - Here.
- Hello?
- Where are you? We go on in 10 minutes.
- Can't hear you, Tom.
I'm mowing a lawn.
- You're mowing a lawn?
- I've been flooded with calls today, Tom.
All my clients want me back.
- No.
- They said you're unreliable
and rude, Tom.
And your mom told them off.
- Oh, no... - Remember, Tom.
Snap with conviction and big smiles.
- Thanks, Dad. See you later.
- Okay, where are they?
- I know this isn't what you want to hear.
We're gonna have to cancel. - Wait, sorry.
Cancel? We don't do that.
You're going out there right now.
♪ ♪
- That was wonderful. Wasn't that wonderful, folks?
That was fun.
Well, our next act should be
a real crowd-pleaser, too.
His name is Tom.
He's a former member
of a family-based boy band,
but now he's striking out on his own,
dancing and snapping to landscaping music.
[gentle guitar music]
♪ ♪
- I forget the lyrics... Something about mulch?
Oh, my God. This is...
- Oh, what's that? Look, a quarter.
- Can I get off the stage?
What happens now?
- Excuse me. Is that your son up there?
Because he is very bad.
- No, my son died in a weed-whacking accident.
I don't know who this kid is.
♪ ♪
- [coughing] - [moans]
- Hey, kids, I've got a lot going on in my life right now.
What are these "emergencies"? Make it quick.
- I've had explosive diarrhea all morning,
and I'm crapping all over the school.
- Not touching that. Next.
- I got stung by a bee, and I can't feel my tongue.
- Gonna stop ya right there.
Those are all really complex ailments.
Tom, what's wrong with you?
- You know, I feel kind of sluggish.
I can't tell if it's--I'm sick, or if it's just my personality.
- All right, get in here, Tom. Let's get you taken care of.
Okay, Tom, put this in your mouth
and make it seem like I'm doing work.
- Okay.
- I'm actually really glad you stopped by.
You were on my to-do list today.
- Me? Why?
- Because I have an announcement!
I'm getting married to a beautiful man named Doug!
- Why are you telling me?
- This school is like family to me, okay?
I'm inviting all of my favorite people.
- I'm one of your favorite people?
We've literally talked twice about Band-Aids.
- And tell your Mom she's gonna be in my bridal party.
We're gonna have so much fun!
- Have you guys even met? - She's my best friend.
She's being in the wedding. [thermometer beeps]
Oh, you're actually really sick,
but I'm not dealing with that. See ya.
[upbeat music playing]
- Oh wow, she really invited the whole town.
Kevork, the plumber,
the guy who works at 7-Eleven,
my old babysitter.
- Tom, when people ask about me,
always just say, "She's busy."
- I'm sorry. I said she's wide open.
- And I know that's the truth of our lives,
but don't say that.
- I shouldn't have volunteered you
to be in someone's bridal party.
- How do you think I feel?
I mean, I'm giving away the bride,
and I literally don't know her last name.
- I'm starting to feel left out.
Am I the only person not invited?
- Ah, no, lots of people didn't make the cut.
I mean you... Dakota's mom...
I don't think she invited the Principal's bookie, Lou.
- Nope, I'm here!
I'm in charge of pussy and booze.
What do you guys need? - Hey, Lou.
- Is this all I represent to you people?
A bus driver?
The guy who sits behind the wheel
and drives the bus?
- Yep, yeah.
- Yeah, that is the definition of a bus driver.
- Okay. I retract the question.
- Look, I got to put this stupid dress on.
I'll see you at the ceremony. Don't talk to anyone, Tom.
Let's make this a clean in and out.
- Don't talk to anyone?
- Yeah, just go sit really still
in a corner of the lobby.
Face a wall.
- And just pretend I can't talk?
- Yeah, you know what?
I'll give you a couple of papers that say
"I don't know how to talk."
- All right.
Not the most fun wedding, but sure.
All right, if anyone talks to you, just "no habla ingles."
- How's it going, little man? - What are you doing here?
- I'm getting married. I'm Doug.
- Oh! She didn't say
she was marrying the ice cream man.
- Well, I--I think "Doug"
feels more prestigious.
You know, if you tell someone,
"I'm marrying the ice cream man,"
it doesn't sound like a bright future.
- So, uh... you excited?
- Not at all.
I feel like the walls are closing in around me.
It's like my schvanz is in a vice
and the pressure is slowly tightening.
- Doesn't sound fun at all. - It's not fun.
Hey, listen. I need you to do me a favor.
I was supposed to find a ring bearer
for this whole thing, and I didn't.
So, can you do it? - Me?
No, I promised my mom we'd be in and out.
I--I can't bear any rings. - You owe me one.
- I owe you? Why? - You sank my truck.
You know how much it cost to dredge that thing up?
- All right, I guess I owe you on some level.
- This is what you've got to learn in life.
This is good for you, actually.
This is a learning situation.
[rock music]
- That bachelor party was off the hook!
At the strip club, when she went upside down
and her hair was dragging--
- Guys! Guys! Keep it clean.
We got a little fucking kid here.
- Oh right. Yeah, of course-course-course.
I was saying, I was at the strip club
when that grown woman climbed a pole,
that--that was so much fun!
- Yeah. She really climbed that pole good.
- That was--I'm sorry, guys. That was the party?
You watched a lady climb a pole?
- No, Tom, there's more to it.
There's music, and there's lights...
- They got pretzels.
- They got little bags of chips.
- Can I be honest with you?
You guys' stories are kinda boring.
I might go hang out over there with Doug.
- Please go over there.
Doug, you really should start getting dressed.
It's almost time.
- There is a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot.
That's from the Bible.
- Are you okay, Doug? - Not really.
My life is flashing before my eyes.
I'm like a wild stallion, Tom. I need to run free.
- I'm not following.
What does the stallion have to do with anything?
- I feel trapped. I'm gonna marry this nurse
and then drive an ice cream truck
the rest of my life?
- Sounds amazing! But, hey, my dad was married,
and he didn't feel trapped.
He just drove off to Myrtle Beach one day.
- Really? For how long? - Just a...
indefinite Myrtle Beach excursion.
- Let me get this straight.
He was married with a kid, you...
- Yeah. - And he said,
"I'm driving to Myrtle Beach?"
- I mean, he didn't say it out loud.
He just took off.
He just left a note on the fridge.
- Your dad sounds like a legend.
- Legend? No, no.
My mom would disagree with that.
- Well, potato, pa-tot-oh.
This is great advice, Tom.
- Oh no, it's not "advice."
- It changes my whole outlook on the whole thing.
- Okay. Well, glad we talked.
- And by the way, Tom, you still owe me six grand
for the ice cream truck.
Am I ever going to see that money?
- You didn't get it? I thought I mailed it.
- You know I didn't get it, Tom.
- I clearly mailed you $6,000.
- You mailed it? You sent it through the mail?
[wedding march playing]
- Wow, you clean up nice.
- Aw! Thank you. So do you.
- Hey, I know I'm Tom's principal,
but is it inappropriate for me to say
your tits look amazing in that dress?
- No, that's cool. I welcome it. Thank you.
- Thanks for your patience, everyone.
We will begin shortly.
Unfortunately, we are just waiting on the groom.
♪ ♪
- What's going on out there? Is he seriously running late?
- I'm sure he's milling around somewhere.
- What the F, guys?
You were just with him. Who saw him last?
- I saw him. He was talking to Tom
right by the window.
- Tom... - Sorry, Mom.
I didn't talk, though. I mostly listened.
- Okay. Tom, what did he say?
- Uh, just a lot of Bible quotes.
- Bible? Like quotes about loving me?
- Nah, it was about, uh, time and, uh,
a lot of doomsday talk. Something about a stallion.
- Okay, you're freaking me out. - His schvanz in a vice.
Is that from the Bible?
- Oh, guys, wait. There's a note.
- A note?
Let me see. What does it say?
"I'm driving down to Myrtle Beach
just like Tom's dad did."
- Wait. What? - "Thanks for the advice, Tom.
You da man. Woot, woot.
P.S.: the stallion rides free." Tom, what the fuck?
- I don't think people say "what the fuck"
at weddings, do they?
- They do when they're abandoned.
- All right. Let's just go dance
and eat dinner. What do you do now?
- Cry. - Let's go cry and dance.
[upbeat jazz music]
♪ ♪
- Come on people, dance.
We're only playing jazz standards,
so don't wait for the Electric Slide
or something you consider to be fun.
- [crying]
- Con--congratulations. What do people say? Congrats?
- Shut up!
- Listen, I'm--I'm so-- I feel terrible.
- You should. - Principal, say something.
- Say nothing. Let Tom sit in the discomfort.
- All right, everybody! So good news:
the reception is starting,
and the nurse is gonna start by cutting the cake.
Yay! Yay!... - No, I am not!
I'm not--I'm not cutting the cake by myself.
That's sad.
- It's a tradition, right? - It's fun!
You cut the cake. You eat cake.
- That does sound fun. - Okay.
- Get to the part where you smear it on your face, please.
- I'm not smearing it on my face.
- Have you ever been to a wedding?
Everybody smears cake on their face.
- Well, normally there's someone else
doing the smearing!
- Come on, take a deep breath.
This could be the best night of your life.
- Smear it on your face! Smear it on your face.
- Mom. No. Mom. Please. Don't chant.
guests: Smear it on your face.
- Oh my God! This is a nightmare.
Fine. Fine!
- All right. At least we're having fun now!
Give her a hand. That was--she's a good sport!
She's a good sport. - I'm not having fun!
Hi, can I stick my head in? I'm friends with everyone here.
- Name.
- It's probably under "Bus Driver."
- Nope. - Try "the" bus driver.
- Nope. Under the Bs,
I've got bus mechanic...
- That's an insult. - Bus dispatch guy...
- Another asshole. - Bus insurance adjuster.
- Okay, prick. - And bus door repairman.
- Bus door repairman?
- Yeah, he came in dancing doing this whole thing
called "the bus door." It was pretty cool.
- He's doing the bus door? I invented the bus door!
- Oh, hey, Bus Driver. Can we talk real quick?
- Sure. Yeah. I wasn't going in anywhere.
- All right, listen, here's the deal:
I ruined the whole wedding. It's a disaster.
The groom took off. He's heading down the turnpike
in an ice cream truck. We gotta go find him.
- All right, well, let's do this!
Let's hunt it down.
- Really? That's amazing.
- I want to be part of this wedding.
If I got to chase down and hit the groom's ice cream truck,
I'm okay to do that.
Tom, put your seatbelt on, because we are going 90,
and there is a very good chance this does not end well.
- All right, just keep your foot on the gas.
He's in a slow-moving truck. We can catch him.
- Wait, wait! Is that him?
- All right. Veer right. We got him.
- I'm veering my ass off. - Doug, slow down.
It's Tom, from the balcony. - Ah.
Hey, little man. What's up?
- Listen, you need to reconsider.
You're making a terrible mistake.
- Oh, I agree. I should've taken the parkway.
But it's too late. I can't turn around.
- No, it's not the mistake I'm talking about.
I'm talking about the wedding you bailed on.
- Nah, too late for that.
I already said "the stallion rides free."
It'd be embarrassing to just go back now.
- Doug, that is not a good reason to not get married.
- When you grow up, you realize you make life decisions
on a lot of stupid things.
[honks horn]
- Remember that time we went to an Italian restaurant
and then screwed on my couch?
- I do. That was fun.
Remember the time we went to the concert,
and we threw churros at people,
and you hit that guy in the eye?
- That might have been the best night of my life.
And I don't know if you remember this, Principal,
but I have a son.
- Where is Tom, by the way? I haven't seen him?
- I'm sure he's around here somewhere.
I try not to be a "helicopter mom,"
as they say.
- All right, come on, get me closer.
I'm going in.
- This goes against
almost all my bus driver training.
- Oh, that's dangerous. - Look at you.
Does this look like a man
who's making the right decision?
- Absolutely not.
- I just think you seem to like the nurse on some level.
- I do.
- You probably don't have many options out there.
- I don't.
- I can't imagine you're gonna be a big hit in Myrtle Beach.
- Probably not.
- All things considered, I think you should turn around.
- Wow. You are a wise little man.
- All right, let's-- let's go back and get married.
Oh, hey, Bus Driver, we're all good here.
You can go home.
- Who's that idiot? Did we invite him?
- I've actually been meaning to talk to you about that.
There must have been a mix-up with the invites--
- No time to talk. Let's turn this thing around
so I can get married.
The stallion turns back.
- You're very easily swayed. Did anyone ever tell you that?
[rock music]
- It really wasn't that bad. - Actually, arguably,
this is the worst thing that could happen at a wedding.
- Hello everyone! Hey! I have an announcement.
I tracked down the ice cream man.
The wedding's back on.
- Doug? Oh my God, thank you, Tom!
Doug, come on out here.
- Oh, bad news, guys. He left a note...
- More notes? Come on.
"Sorry, Nurse, I bailed again.
"The half-hour alone in the car with Tom made me realize
"I don't want to have kids. He's got a lot of problems.
The stallion rides free. Woot, woot."
[rock music playing on radio]
- Woot, woot!
- Way to go, Tom.
- Are all weddings this stressful?
Because I'm not enjoying myself at all.
- ♪ Remember there's more road ♪
♪ And places to go ♪
♪ Patterns to contemplate ♪
♪ More people to fornicate ♪
♪ And remember there's a lot of good omens ♪
♪ Supplying the proof ♪
♪ That our life is the best joke ever told ♪
♪ Remember it's a joke and leave it alone ♪
♪ Let go and try to be always abiding ♪
♪ Remember if there's one good reason for dying ♪
♪ The sweet silver lining ♪
♪ Through you she lives on ♪
♪ And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want ♪
♪ Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere ♪