Okay, hey, I'm going outside You can put the plate back on the shelf And it's cold though the snow isn't falling The neighbour can speak for himself And the cold, hard look in your eyes Is more than a line in the sand When the truth gets hard to imagine The hours get harder to stand ♪ He's a seasick terminal passenger Singing this song to himself 'Til the store bought soul on his skeleton Sinks into somebody else He's a see-saw Calm in the storm A hurricane after the war When he drinks all blood you can offer He still wants more Landing planes And rumbling trains Are shaking the ground in our town again Thought it twice And kicking the ice I got myself turned back around and singing Everything's gonna be fine I'm sure that we'll both be okay Hey, I'm backing outside now Just put the plate back on the shelf And it's cold though the snow isn't falling The temperature speaks for itself It's a moonlit reason to quit And nobody answers the phone So if there's still blood left in your body I'll come back home