God, Make Up Your Mind

Backseat of your family station wagon, listening Nina Simone

One Hundred years of solitude and only 12 years old

God make up your mind

God make up your mind

Do you wanna play fair

Or should I take what's mine

Your mom is calling out, ”Look at the Grand Canyon”

Camilla couldn't care less

Gaze into the hole

Your stomach feels the emptiness of death

God make up your mind

God make up your mind

Do you wanna play fair

Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else

From New York to New Orleans, played alphabet

Kansas to Boise, won the battleship

Memorized the capitals, crossword puzzles

Drew a picture of a cat laying dead in the street

Daydream about my real dad back in California

Elephant in your brain, reminding you you've got to make a choice

Wraps his arms around you slow

Cause you tense up like an armadillo

God make up your mind

God make up your mind

Do you wanna play fair

Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else

Why ain't my teacher on a street sign?

He's done so much more than politicians, dead musicians

You wanna help someone you gotta be a no one

That's what I figured out the cat in the street meant

You gotta make up your mind

Make up your mind

Make up your mind