riding alone, town after town, toll after toll

A string I never strum

I know I would die if I could come back new

I've got reservations
About so many things
But not about you

You can’t deny even the gentlest tide

Oh nothing could mean anything at all

When the critics pan
I write in your defense

There isn’t any point in being free
When there’s nowhere else
You’d rather be

I was on the ceiling I could almost feel the sun

I come from a long, long line I mope and I cry and attack

And the taxi cabs were driving me around
To the handshake drugs I bought downtown

I'm left with only my desire to change

In the low blow slo-mo
It’s alright

Every generation thinks it’s the last
Thinks it’s the end of the world

Faraway, in love and unspoken

You’ll wake with a start from a dream
And know that I am gone

I forget, then I know
I’d regret letting you go

Tell me, what am I gonna do?

I've counted out days
To see how far
I've driven in the dark

You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home

Our stories fit into phones And our voices lift so easily

Tonight I’d rather count the warm fuse internally

classical music blasting
masks the ringing in my ears

We've got solid-state technology
Tapes on the floor
Some songs we can't afford to play

Someday soon
Sun's gonna shine, wind's gonna blow

I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV

There is no middle when the other side would rather kill than compromise

Deeper down
He felt the insult of a kiss

We were a family, my darling
Right from the start

It’s in my hair
It’s on my clothes