Stole off under the moon You and I had raced to the orange grove Without so much as half a clue Are you following? Are you upright? And how can I know for sure? How can I know for sure? I think I've got a guess I was petrified, you were frozen And both our bodies turned to stone, Though as guessing goes, I'm a poor bet Oh, I'm only one for four I'm only one for four I can't help but picture All your wooden bowls Full of plastic fruit You placed them perfect And they're staying put Just like a still life If the sun would just keep on blazing Light bouncing off my face If the earth would just stop rotating And hovering around in space If the oranges would never rot and If the leaves would never fall If everything stayed the same forever I wouldn't care at all