A conversation is brewing I hope Car rides have become Us hooning around the subject It's all hypothetical Here I am Predicting our future How arrogant can I get I am the tide pulled back I am the winter drought Why do you give me so much power Oh why, do you give me so much This luxury it keeps me nice and guilty But I've come to a hallway Or a fig, or whoever said it best Yeah whoever Whoever said it best Cos here I am predicting our future How arrogant can I get I am the tide pulled back I am the winter drought Why do you give me so much power Oh why, do you give me so much