Petrified Forest

Our lives weave a pattern
A staff twined by adders
Our mouths
Sore to chew
Now you're eating for two
Yesterdays
Wine and song
Are you very far along?
What's the dream to the bed?
What's the wreath to the glorious dead?
Look at what I found in the dresser!
No means yes
Petrified forest
Dad gummite
Gall dangit
Dag nabbit
You're darn tootin' tripping is un-American
Do you ever get the feeling
That you're being followed by a van
Yesterdays
Yet to come
Wine some, lose some
No means yes
Petrified forest