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 pa**enger 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