lost sight of ground

never been so down

nothing here to stand on



it's a war-weary road

another faceless tombstone

nothing here to stand on



I turn to face the wind

may never get out

forever caught in a spin

no better place to begin



can't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missing

just as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m.

fallout shelter sign above the door

in other words, don't come here anymore



too many miles between

I heard a dead man scream

nothing here to stand on



each and every step

reeling out more or less

nothing here to stand on



I turn to face the wind

may never get out

forever caught in a spin

no better place to begin



I turn to face the wind

may never get out

forever caught in a spin

no better place to begin



tried to stay, tried to run

there's never been enough reason

to believe in anyone

this trickle-down theoryhas left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m.

fallout shelter sign above the door

in other words, don't come here anymore