When the dust settles, and you can see the sky, but the leaves don't seem to crumble, where you lie/ When the smoke clears, and everybody hears, ive got a mind to clear, i've got you on my mind/ i'm a house of cards, Just waiting for a gale. And i'm standing tall, in the belly of a whale/ oh, and as i do, i will start with the new, And work my way backwards to you/ when the water calms, i will swim to you, and i'll work my way through/ I'm a house of bricks, up on quicksand, and i'm an old oak tree at the mercy of a greedy hand. When the dust settles, and the smoke clears, i won't feel no better than a dead man feels/ and when the Water calms, i will swim to you, and maybe i'll die trying to/ 'cause i'd rather be a singing stiff, in some angel's band. Just singing about my sinking ship, that was fighting for a sail. Than be the subject of your story book, Without a tale.