Stumble - R.E.M.

We’ll stumble through the yard

We’ll stumble through the yard

We’ll stumble through the APT

We’ll stumble through the yard

Force fields explorer racing home the ancient star

Yellow mixed with golden hue

Scan the graveyard dead there be

Ball and chain, ball and chain

Ball and chain, ball and chain

It was round about midnight.

Hipster town.

Imagine going for a walk.

Things get around to taking place.

It’s not a waste of time.

The rich got a little poorer.

Things get around to taking place if they’re gonna happen at all.

Don’t need that jazz.

Don’t need that stuff.

It was round about midnight.

Hipster town.

It was round about midnight.

Hipster town.