For God's sake open a window, (A window.)
The storm looks frightening though the glass.
But you could use something to turn the burn off, (The burn off.)
You keep asking: "How long will I last?"
But you'll never find the number
Amid your mess of scribbled thoughts.
Peace of mind awaits you somewhere, (Somewhere.)
There flies and end to sleepless nights.
Hope looks so small, but it's up there, (It's up there.)
Disguised as a V in southward flight.
How can you spot the subject,
Through the smoke that cloaks the town?
How can one kid ever hope to take off
From such a cluttered ground? From such a cluttered ground?
Tangled road signs in front of you,
Lost loves and other debris behind.
Run fast or out of time, run fast or out of time,
Run fast or out of time, run fast or out of time.
And with these words I bid thee goodbye,
Keep your heart and eyes open wide.
I promise you if I ever return,
We'll compare pictures before and after the burn.
For God's sake open a window, (A window.)
You're breathing smoke instead of air.
But you could use a breeze to cool the room down. (The room down.)
You keep asking: "Why isn't life fair?"
But you'll never catch the answer
At your local lost and found.
How can one kid ever hope to take off
From such a cluttered ground? From such a cluttered...
