He's got a star stitched on his hip
and the sun slashed through his stomach
A yellow woman's stuck on his shoulder
Wants to clutch his scalp when he shudders
and oh--if the tattoos were actual size, he'd be in trouble
and oh--the star would bust him wide open
The sun would burn up him and you and me
And now i can kinda see

That they're all fit to scale
like a drop in a pail of water
An inset on a map represents deep dark water
deep dark water

He lay two dollar bills on the bar,
said, "New Hampshire and Vermont are what they are"
Said we'd build ice sheds around the water mark
then held them up to the light to see how real they are
And oh--if we had to trek through that slush we'd be screwed
And oh--vague plans sound good till you gotta do 'em
And who knows how wide a water seal can be?
Stretched to state-size when it's freezing?

It's all fit to scale
like a drop in a pail of water
an inset on a map represents
deep dark water
deep dark water

When he met me, i was a girl he saw around
when i met him, i looked over his shoulder...

And from Queens I could see
the Empire State Building
The lights on top were red that night
Like they could be many smal red flags
and oh--if they were actual flags, that'd be a warning
and oh--even i would have to take that heeding
but they fit to scale like lights that night
and here's hoping i got it in time

But we're all fit to scale
like a drop in a pail of water
an inset on a map represents
deep dark water
deep dark water
deep dark water

get out your rulers