I'm walking out in a force ten gale. Birds thrown around, bullets for hail. Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind. Your voice is rapping on my window sill The roof is pulling off by it's fingernails.
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain. A moving target in a firing range. Somewhere I'm not Then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in) Lightning fuse Somewhere I'm not Scatterbrain. Powercut. Scatterbrain. Scatterbrain
