"Sea Legs" lyrics

Oh, wanna bet?
A long time in bed doesn't mean rest
Twenty longer hours getting faces in
Seeing friends and family, and then
Someone's match got struck on the inside of a cave
Praying that the praying starts to take
Driving down the road to amen
Harmony's an argument for them

And Gio is an argument
And when it starts to rain
And Leonard Cohen writing about the flame
Softer yellow tones and the science of the phone
A Z-Pak and a stick removing stains

Oh, there's a catch
When Roman nomenclature sounds the best
Clothing's tasting sour, buttoned to the top
The rolling of the stockings rolls right at the gut
Someone's burning story keeps someone from the bottle
I think it would help me
If I really thought so

And Gio is an argument
And when it starts to rain
And Leonard Cohen writing about the flame
Softer yellow tones and the science of the phone
A Z-Pak and a stick removing stains

Kissing on a boat
Sea legs and the coast
Keep on getting higher even when I can't get stoned

The only argument's the meaning that you're after
I can't understand being someone's cloak and dagger
It's just recurring beauty
It's just recurring nature
It's just somebody kind doing someone else a favor