[Verse 1]
I'm sitting on two heads
"Some seat," I heard some said
Just waiting for Sunday
Four days after Wednesday

[Refrain]
The higher clouds are closing in
To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim

[Chorus]
Could this be a brand new low?
One that we can't talk about
One that we can't live without
One that we could join in now?

[Verse 2]
Standing on two feet
Now buried in concrete
Just waiting for sundown
So as to be not found

[Refrain]
The higher clouds are closing in
To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim
[Chorus]
Could this be a brand new low?
One that we can't talk about
One that we can't live without
One that we could join in now?