Strange winds are blowing me down this way
There's no prize in sight
but the pain in my feet
but I won't remember after tonight
The clock turns red
and the word on the street is
that we are getting ready to leave
Behind me I've forgotten to check
all of the things that somehow
now I don't seem to need
Stepping over broken doors
down in the street all the chairs
and tables lay on their sides
We have to turn them over
and stand them upright
so we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
Stepping over broken doors
down in the street all the chairs
and tables lay on their sides
We have to turn them over
and stand them upright
so we can leave them on their feet for the night
So we can leave them on their feet for the night
Take us apart and put us back together right
so we can leave on our feet in the night
Take us apart and put us back together right
so we can leave on our feet in the night