Under the pillow 

I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out 

As it turns out there's a whole other world of sounds 

of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls 



all saying are you going through something? 

are you going through something? 



Under the pillow a little room to breathe 

the early morning light's a pale cranberry 

I hear the Aaa-aah-aah not-wow-wow 

of a siren faraway and closing steadily 



saying Are you going through something? 

Are you going through something? 

cuz I-I-I-I I am too 



Under the pillow 

I can hear you whisperin' are you going through something? 



well honey are you going through something? 

Are you going through something? 

Then I-I-I-I I am too 

Then I-I-I-I I am too 



Then I-I-I-I 



I am too 



Gimme gimme gimme gimme-gimme 

Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme 

Put me put me put me put me-put me 

In the saddle I'll ride you'll see 



There's new work in the Day Room 

I can't lounge on-line 

Don't you laugh 

I'd sell a giraffe and I'd give you half 

Just to occupy my mind 



I'll be driven my eyes always moving 

I'll be riveted to the task yea 

No smiling! That's important 

I will make my face a mask 



And I'm thinking just in passing 

What if this song does nothing? 

What if this song does nothing 



Working in the new NewOrleansWorld 

I'm emptying slots working like a ghost 

I move through huge rooms with no windows 

And no Gulf of Mexico 



Gimmegimmegimme gimme-gimme 

Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme 

Put me put me put me put me-put me 

In the saddle please 



I'll be driven my eyes always moving 

I'll be riveted to the task yea 

No smiling! That's so important 

I will make my face a mask 



And I'm thinking just in passing 

What if this song does nothing? 

What if this song does nothing? 

What if this song does nothing 

What if this song does nothing 



Bring on the requisite strangeness 

It always has to get a little weird a little weird 

Yea you just bring on the requisite strangeness 

Bring it on then disappear disappear 

Go to be a man of the boom 

To Florida without the ocean 

But 

Don't you wanna see how it ends? 

When the door is just starting to open? 

When Athabasca depends? 

Don't you wanna see how it ends 



I can hear you 

But I can't stay here 

You left me lost in the Barrens 

You left me born on the stairs 

It's minus 11 

Inside my kettle 

I didn't come to get lost in the Barrens 

I didn't come to settle 

To be a man on the moon 

To get my little slice of heaven 

Yeah 

Don't you wanna see how it ends? 

When the door is just starting to open? 

And Athabasca depends 

Doncha wanna see how it ends 



Don't you wanna see how it ends? 

The door is just starting to open. 

Athabasca depends. 

Don't you wanna see how it ends? 

Yeah 

Don't you wanna see how it ends? 

I'm holding the door to the Barrens 

And Athabasca depends 

Doncha wanna see how it ends?