"Our Town"
OK, hey, I'm going outside
You can put the plate back on the shelf
And it's cold though the snow isn't falling
The neighbor can speak for himself
And the cold hard look in your eyes
Is more than a line in the sand
When the truth gets hard to imagine
The hours get harder to stand
He's a seasick terminal passenger
Singing this song to himself
'till the store-bought soul on his skeleton
Sinks into somebody else
He's a seesaw
Calm in the storm
A hurricane after the war
When he drinks all blood you can offer
He still wants more
Landing planes
And rumbling trains
Are shaking the ground in our town again
Thought it twice
And kicking the ice
I got myself turned back around singing
Everything's gonna be fine
I'm sure that we'll both be
OK, hey, I'm backing outside
Just put the plate back on the shelf
And it's cold though the snow isn't falling
The temperature speaks for itself
It's a moonlit reason to quit
And nobody answers the phone
But if there's still blood left in your body
I'll come back home
