OK, 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 neighbor 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
'Till the store brought soul on his skeleton
sinks into somebody else

He's a see saw, calm in a storm,
A hurricane after the war
When he drinks all the 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 singing
'Everything's gonna be fine
I'm sure that we'll both be OK'

OK, hey, I'm backing outside
You can 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
But if there's still blood left in your body
I'll come back home