i'm jolted from a bad dream
of newspapers and tv screens
the shadows paint my eyes shut
the sun illuminates the scene
i put on my jacket and my shoes
to keep my fury on the move
i'm setting fire to the cities in my mind
to spread the sentiment that they're not worth
my effort or my time
i'll canvass every neighborhood
divert the funds to war
whittle memories down to profits
and keep the winnings from the poor parts of my mind
don't let her slip away
because the future just won't wait
throw half my things away
i'm feeling richer all the same
she says, "you've got your thinking face put on,
tell me what's really going on"
i said there's cities burnt to ruins in my mind
a growing chasm where the future and
the things i've left behind
all get swallowed by the distance
so i'm never really sure if the faces i forgot
are worth the ones i've made room for in my mind
i fell into a dream
safe from noise and tv screens
for everything i've run from
i know i won't let this one get away from me
i've made a home from all the rubble in my mind
inside the foaming mouth of anger
done my best to be alright
and those i left behind i'll keep a little closer now
so when i look back, maybe i'll be proud
well i hope you're proud