Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds
I tried to set your soul free
Before another missile flies
My heart is on my sleeve
And made love right where the kitchen is
Thinking they're God on a good day
Behind "my country `tis of thee"
And I ain't too good with numbers
Or we can find our fears among the tears
So many years you've been a true friend of mine
I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
When bodies were broken and spirits were torn
This city dancing like a sparkling sea
When you're lost you stay that way
