And the things we'd trade
In some strangers' basements
The things we'd trade
With the boats on the foreign shores
But it bites back
And it doesn't care at all
If we looked up
This would be your ceiling
Oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And I wanted to go home
Now I just want to go back
Side stage
Off in the corner
And we hit it off
And by "hit it off" I mean
I was staring at the floor
I was trembling like a child
You'll break down today
You'll break down tomorrow
You'll break down today
You'll break down tomorrow
You'll break down today
You'll break down tomorrow
You'll break down today
Now it's me and the cabbie
Idling downtown
Wind whips between the buildings
As we whistle along
Electricity, leave me be
Electricity, leave me be