If you could see what I see If you could even open up your mind The nightmares inside you The futures that fried you Wouldn't catch you from behind Since you're worried about a new direction The addition of a second 8-ball is No help at all The fire is right beside you We feel it getting hotter every day You're still hearing pillow talk Because you're too ill to walk And if you could you'd soon lose your way
There are no signs up for a new direction Forget those that are 90 feet tall, they're No help at all People let me tell you, there's not A lot of hope in this sweating herd The summer of love-ins Got burned in the ovens and There's no one left to say the word So if you're waiting for a new direction Don't sit at home expecting that call You're no help at all