Don't Point At The Stoners Songtext

We've been over this too many times. We don't finish our conversation. It's enough to make up that you're stuck - say your luck is off on a vacation. But don't point at the stoners. Cats land on their feet when owners throw them around. And all I want is to stare into space- fall into place up above. And the clouds are all elephant shaped. The telescope range: a long way down.