old tree limbs    hold a crow in the window   he's resting his wings from tumbling   in the jet stream   and falling stars   they're all burning _   then they turn into snow   above the southern seas   the southern seas      and your old limbs   will hold the hand of your widow   when you're resting your wings from traveling   on a jet plane   and falling stars   they're all shootin' something   then they turn into snow   on your TV screen   your TV screen.      so add it on   to the picture you've drawn up   of all your wishes and wants   then cut it all up   add it on    to the lines that you've drawn up   of all your wishes and wants   add it on   add it on      your _ will fly   your everything freezes   and fall through the holy maid above the southern seas   when you're riding your rails made out of them tiny cotton bales   you're gonna spin on down like the snow to the ground      bi-monthly paychecks   empower human wrecks   to dance to the DJ with the double decks   the streamers of light above the northern trees   just can't compare with nights like these   and the banners that waved in an electric breeze   melt away like snow in the southern seas   the southern seas      so add it on   to the picture you've drawn up   of all your wishes and wants   and cut it all up   add it on   to the lines that you've drawn up   all your wishes and wants   add it on   add it on   add it on   add it on   just add it on.