Took seven states of driving straight   The sky was gray where the bird and hay   Were splattered with moss and broken cross   That littered the road with snow in May      Well, there must be some kind of misunderstanding   This must be some kind of misunderstanding here      Raincoats are hanging 'round your waist   Lime is growing all in haste   But clouds are approaching a little too fast   For crying out loud man get your trailer      I?m waiting for the monsoons   Yeah, I'm waiting      Waiting, for the monsoons   We're all waiting, it's the monsoons   We're all waiting for the monsoons   For the monsoons, monsoons