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 (x4)
Take us apart and put us back together right, so we can leave on our feet in the night (x2)