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!