For God’s sake open a window, (A window.)
The storm looks frightening though the glass.
Thought you could use something to turn the burn off,
You keep asking: “How long will I last?”

But you’ll never find the number
Amid your mess of scribbled thoughts.

Peace of mind awaits you somewhere, (Somewhere.)
There flies and end to sleepless nights.
Hope looks so small, but it’s up there, (It’s up there.)
Disguised as a V in southward flight.

But how can you spot the subject,
Through the smoke that cloaks your town?
How can one kid ever hope to take off
From such a cluttered ground? From such a cluttered ground?

Tangled road signs in front of you,
Lost loves and other debris behind.
Run fast or out of time, run fast or out of time,
Run fast or out of time, run fast or out of time.

For God’s sake open a window, (A window.)
You’re breathing smoke instead of air.
Thought you could use a breeze to cool the room down. (The room down.)
You keep asking: “Why isn’t life fair?”

But you’ll never find the answer
At your local lost and found.
How can one kid ever hope to take off
From such a cluttered ground? From such a cluttered…

And with these words I bid you goodbye,
Keep your heart and eyes open.
I promise you if I ever return,
We’ll compare pictures after the burn