feeling like a bomb shell but looking like disaster light it up and pray it won't go off in our faces memories of days gone out the back yard with my sisters the day they told me that the next door neighbor lives on chills lives on children gold is not the whole world till you've seen the moon at mid-day your typewriters dusty and your record player's broken cleaning out the cob webs like the spring it is our savior winter was a nightmare but the sea it's warming to us I have found a place where we will never be found, come follow me there Santa ana freeway and I'm so sick of things falling out of the sky for me, out of the sky for me pull on back your blinds, just don't think of this as some kind of catastrophe come follow me there, I have found a place where we will never be found come follow me there, there is no tomorrow so don't play your cards close to your chest come follow me there, building all your bridges just don't burn another bridge until it's gone follow me there building bridges just to see you come and burn them to the ground