| 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 itself | |
| 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 see saw | |
| 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 turned back around and 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 |