Well there were covert conditions surrounding our mission when we were called to go
And the powers that be summoned you and me to help prove what they think they know
Estamos borracheros y cancioneros, verified and tried and true
So Special Ops issued us flip flops, a guitar and a week or two
We found a place that's not a where
A time that's not a when
Where there is not a why in sight at all
And the speed of light is the pace of the sun's rise and fall
And in this place that's not a where,
This time that's not a when,
Where there is not a why in sight at all
We'd like to extend our stay…cancel our wake up call
The insertion point was a lively little joint where operations would begin
So we filled our cups so as to loosen up and to blend right in
We told HQ, "We'll contact you, should we need you anymore"
"We'll send official word, yeah fly you the bird!"
"That's the homing pigeon!"
"Or by semaphore…right!"
The good guys and the bad guys, they never work past noon 'round here
We made our mark upon the map but the ink just disappeared
Well our final report, in code, five-letters-short was written out by hand
It was truthful, subversive, on purpose, in cursive, scribbled seaside in the sand
Well we made quite clear we volunteer to stay right where we are
Belay the extraction, we're missing in action, and F*U*B*A*R!
We found a place that's not a where
A time that's not a when
And there is not a why in sight at all
The speed of the light is the pace of the sun's rise and fall
And in this place that's not a where,
This time that's not a when,
Where there is not a why in sight at all
We'd like to extend our stay
Got dreamin' to do today
Just doin' our job anyway… now cancel our wake up call
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Travis O'guin, Grant Rice
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