You want a way out; well please yourself, so long
We’ll be right here in the mire and the squalor and songs
Pick up your feet or you’ll scuff up your shoes at this rate we’ll be stranded with nothing to lose and I know that sometimes these things can’t be helped but I’m calling out calmly for you to stop blaming yourself.
I know that you’re scared; fear is just part of the day
Wasn’t it you who said, ‘I don’t want to know the way.’?
Well none of us know the way
None of us know the way
None of us know the way in this place
I nearly snapped my spine as we jumped off the wall
Miles from the hubbub, miles from the fatuous sprawl
Oh I woke up slowly to take in the morning and let it flow through me before washing out again
Out of my mouth and spread onto the ceiling ‘cause this is a feeling that is seldom felt by me
I’ll take the guarded and prudish and low-lives and we’ll make a hole that goes straight through the mountainside
And breathe in the dust of this baffling Earth let it settle in our lungs and scream of its worth
As it hurtles through nowhere with nowhere to grab hold while I find my soap-box and sneer at the old gods
Well what is that worth what is all of this worth, as we plummet sideways and cling to this Earth?
But I’ll take the Tuesdays of bold mediocrity; I’ll take the nights where we all wandered blindly
With nowhere to go and less still to be, we slipped into shadows and muttered they’ll never find me
Find me, find me, find me
And we will chase the stratosphere
And we will force our way out of here.