Where It's at (Nonesense Makin' All the Sense)

A day what a day of pleasantry
How can something this nice happen to me
The light, shimmers, down on riverside
Yeah this
This is where it's at

The dog, a scratch, the dog is in the band
I let loose a gentle-moving hand
I tire, get tired, inspired
But still want more
Yeah this
This is where it's at

My thoughts the bunch my thoughts fluid decisive
My thoughts the bunch my thoughts are roaming free
We talk for free, talkin' isn't that nice
Yeah this
This is where it's at

Oh joy, oh shit, oh joy for some perspective
This food, this greasy food is greasy cheap
Oh joy, oh shit, oh joy a way to live
Yeah this
This is where it's at

Now I saw the Titanic in Philadelphi-err
Tapped a lady's shoulder just to tell her
George Fox the bartender said, We're livin' in squalor
One person, ten people are moved to the latest flavor
And I beat Mike's drum
Write with the ink pen
To shake the tremor
When I feel things deep inside
I really get a stir
I come to church under my skin
It's a land obscure
And it's nonsense makin' all the sense

The walk, the scattered walk but pretty on track
The ice, the sky, a glimpse the second act
The walk, the biting wind, "Hey, Let's go back"
Yeah this
Even this is where it's at

The bed, Ann's home, hey let's go to the mini-mart
The bed, Ann's home, bags down
I'll rest in art
The purpose, of beauty, just might fill my heart
But this
Yeah
This is where it's at

Now Iron John skiin' down the highway in mid-summer
Me feelin' like the perfect windshield is such a bummer
Elmo the red said, "Pull over man, let me drive...
I got the right fur."
I came across a good teacher he's called the modern drummer
I pound the keys
Invert my knees
To beat the candor
When I do feel things way deep down
It's kind of like a cat's purr
I come to church under my skin
It's a land obscure
And it's nonsense makin' all the sense

Money, flows rampant, and don't keep track
Facebook open scrolling... don't get hacked
Money's flowing, money, it's got your back
Yeah this, we say, This is where it's at

A robot, springs, machine... but lyrical
They told me in the store
The order's full

Contrasting personalities adjoined
Yeah this
This is where it's at
Aw this
This is where it's at
Yeah this
This is where it's at



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Philips
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link