. . . And stare out the window . . .

And it seems to get much colder

When you cry on your own shoulder

And we know the show must go on

Guess I know I guess I’ll throw on

Some Jefferson airplane I’m trapped and I am enclosed

But I won’t complain I’ll open all the windows

Jefferson airplane I’m trapped and I am enclosed

But I won’t complain I’ll open all the windows

Cause when it’s colder I feel much better

When I cry on my own shoulder

Just throw on a sweater and go

And I’ll go to undergo a change of heart,

A change of clothes

And when I’m home I think I’ll go eat cereal

And stare out the window

– Relient K, Jefferson Aero Plane