She says, "Forget what you have to do. Pretend there is nothing outside this room." And like an idea she came to me, but she came too late or maybe too soon. I said, "Please try not to love me. Close your eyes, I'm turning on the light. You know I have no vacancy and it's awfully cold outside tonight." The rain stains the brick a darker red. Slowly I'm rolling out of her bed. The rain stains the streets a darker black. I dress my face in stone because I can't go back. I feel her eyes watching me from behind the curtain of her hair. And she says, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare." I say, "I think I really have to go now, but oh baby, maybe someday, maybe somehow."
You are subtle as a window pane standing in my view, but I will wait for it to rain so that I can see you. You call me up at night when there's no light passing through, and you think that I don't understand, but I do. We don't say everything that we could. So that we can say later "oh, you misunderstood." I hold my cards up close to my chest. I say what I have to and I hold back the rest. 'Cause someone you don't know is someone you don't know. Get a firm grip, girl before you let go. For every hand extended another lies in wait. Keep your eye on that one. Anticipate. Dress down, get out there. Pick a fight with the police. We will get it all on film for the new release. Seems like everyone's an actor or they're an actor's best friend. I wonder what was wrong to begin with that they should all have to pretend. We lost sight of everything when we have to keep checking our backs. I think we should all just smile. Come clean and relax. If there's anything I've learned, all these years on my own, it's how to find my own way there and how to find my own way back home.
She says, "My ass hurts when I sit down." She says, "my feet hurt from just standing around. I think my body is as restless as my mind and I don't know if I can roll with it this time." Packed his uniforms and drove him to the base. She was crying all the way. The world looked her in the face and said, "Roll with it, baby. Make it your career. Keep the home fires burning till America is in the clear." The mainstream is so polluted with lies. Once you get wet, it's so hard to get dry. We're all taught how to justify history as it passes by, and it's your world that comes crashing down when the big boys decide to throw their weight around. But just roll with it, baby. Make it your career. Keep the home fires burning till America is in the clear. What if the enemy isn't in a distant land? What if the enemy lies behind the voice of command? The sound of war is a child's cry behind tinted windows. They just drive by. All I know is that those who are going to be killed aren't those who preside on Capitol Hill. I told him, "Don't fill the front lines of their war. Those assholes aren't worth dying for. But he said, "Roll with it, baby. Make it your career. Keep the home fires burning till America is in the clear. She says, "My ass hurts when I sit down." She says, "My feet hurt from just standing around. I think my body is as restless as my mind and I'm not gonna roll with it this time. No, I'm not gonna roll with it this time."