lost sight of ground
never been so down
nothing here to stand onit's a war-weary road
another faceless tombstone
nothing here to stand onI turn to face the wind
may never get out
forever caught in a spin
no better place to begincan't find the phone, can't hear to listen
can't take along what we're missing
just as well to write this postcard from hell
and the bar clock says three a.m.
fallout shelter sign above the door
in other words, don't come here anymoretoo many miles between
I heard a dead man scream
nothing here to stand oneach and every step
reeling out more or less
nothing here to stand onI turn to face the wind
may never get out
forever caught in a spin
no better place to beginI turn to face the wind
may never get out
forever caught in a spin
no better place to begin
tried to stay, tried to run
there's never been enough reason
to believe in anyone
this trickle-down theory
has left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m.
fallout shelter sign above the door
in other words, don't come here anymore
