Lyrics:

They say the sun
Is gonna grow someday
It's gonna get real close
And burn us all up
No more traffic in the street
No more road rage
No more pretending
Things are real tough

I can't promise you tomorrow
No one has the right to lie
You can beg and steal and borrow
It won't save you from the sky

Let me see a show of hands
Tell me the truth now
What happens if
Neutrinos have mass?

I can't tell you 'bout tomorrow
I'm as lost as yesterday
In between your joy and sorrow
I suggest you have your say

Here's to the little things
The sports section
The Weather Channel
A good battery