Critical Equation - Dr. Dog

Warm front we had a ball

And we knew we had it good

Cabs to catch and shoes to fall

We called it what we could

Cold front

The undertow

Easy come and easy go

That’s how the story blows

For wires on a fence

It’s a critical equation

It’s the mother of the moon

And they’re calling for a mixture

A little doom and gloom

Storm front

Rain will fall

In the eye and in the mud

Getting drunk on alcohol

Getting ready for the flood

It’s a sensitive subject

For a criminal mind

So I’m taking my number

I’m getting out of line

It’s a critical equation

It’s a critical equation

It’s the mother of the moon

And they’re calling for a mixture

A little doom and gloom

But it’s a sensitive subject

For a criminal mind

So I’m taking my number

I’m getting out of line

It’s a critical equation