You sit and you stare out the window
You're stoned again
Looking for someone
To show you your home again...
...just walk up to the policeman
And tell him you name
You give him your address
And you get no blame
You get to ride home
And the sirens are on
There's hands in a pocket
That doesn't let go
And you know you gotta get
To the other side again!
I look in the mirror
I see we're alone again
Looking for music
To show us our home again...
...we think it's time to blow open the doors
Arrive with conclusions
We'll need nothing more
One day in the meadow
And all sirens are on
Break out of the pocket
That doesn't let go
And you know you're gonna get
To the other side again!