Here we are and we're stuck in the storm again,
Look around and these people they just pretend
Like there's not a cloud in the sky,
But I think I can see why.
Because you turn around and we're just deer in the road,
And you're screwed any turn, any way you go,
And the things we tell ourselves
Are just the tacks we throw at the wheels of the 
juggernaut.

Ok, that sound good to you?
Ok.