It was a different time Another life it seemed He'd pay the price For broken schemes and broken dreams A man-child on the road of the damned. I feel kind of empty I feel kind of down. I got to get me right. 300 cranes. 300 cranes. 300 cranes. Build them up and tear them down Again. I watched him fold into the night One page at a time. His eyes were glazed His fingers amazed On the edge of a dime. I feel kind of empty I feel kind of down. I got to get me right. 300 cranes. 300 cranes. 300 cranes. Build them up and tear them down Again. He stopped, paused, and looked around Like it was meant to be. "If I could do it tonight, I could set them free." I feel kind of empty I feel kind of down. I got to get me right. 300 cranes. Build them up, Tear them down again.