Go for a lunch hour stroll 

Why should you wind your 

Way through Coca-Cola cabs 

When you can jum your own 

Shadow on Burnside Avenue? 

I know you wish you'd stayed home 

Now for the fourteenth time 

You are that kid 

In backseats that blur 

Under an angry moon 



But the center cannot hold 

That you cling to 

You don't need to look for trouble 

Trouble will find its way to you 



But when there's nine thousand 

Neckties in a swarm all around you 

Lunch-counter girls are always so put on 

Don't deconstruct the 

Megadome it's inside you 

The polaroids can't stand up when they're own 

Ask me again if I can do you a favor 

As the snow and the window 

Get some business done 

Your neighbor, who wishes you 

Would stop getting locked out 

It's all, it's all grist 

For your decay mill 



So let the backlash begin 

You would always say gray 

Lighting was your only friend 

The bleachers are empty 

They sky is an impossible blue 

But I don't need to argue anymore 

So I let you hack away 

Before you decide you prefer 

The forest floor 



But the center cannot hold 

The center cannot hold 

You don't need to look for trouble 

Trouble will find its way to you