Things all look pretty good now, pretty good for horribly bleak
Of course I kid you'll be fine now You'll be over this in under a week

And sometimes I feel like standin' up to all these vulturing dogs
Well, I got my jogging suit and any minute I might come out to take you on

I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong

You can call but I'm not comin'

I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding ways to make my world come down
I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding the wayyyyyy
(riding on a rail, riding on a rail, riding on a rail, that's my day now)

Well, you might be a sly dog as you enter the tent
Creeping through these gaping holes and seeking out this young and curious scent
It's absolutely revolting, every word that you say
You're so encapsulated you never considered that there might be some other way

I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong

You can call but I'm not comin'

I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding ways to make my world come down
I keep finding, I keep finding, I keep finding the wayyyyyy
(riding on a rail, riding on a rail, riding on a rail, that's my day now)

I'm not comin'

I'm not comin' back 'round here no more
No, I'm not comin' back 'round here no more