Okay, hey, I'm going outside
You can put the plate back on the shelf
And it's cold, though the snow isn't falling
The neighbor can speak for himself

And the cold, hard look in your eye
Is more than a line in the sand
And the truth gets hard to imagine
The hours get harder to stand

There's a seasick terminal passenger
Singing this song to himself
Till the store-bought soul on his skeleton
Leaks into somebody else

He's a seesaw caught in a storm
A hurricane after the war
When he drinks all the blood you can offer
He still wants more

Landing planes and rumbling trains
Are shaking the ground in our town again
Thought it twice and kicking the ice
I got myself turned back around, singing

Everything's gonna be fine
Sure that we'll both be okay
Hey, I'm backing outside
Now just put the plate back on the shelf
And it's cold, though the snow isn't falling
The temperature speaks for itself
It's a moonlit reason to quit
And nobody answers the phone
So if there's still blood left in your body
I'll come back home