Let me know when you come to
I'll be slopped on the foot path
Take your time when you come through
I wonder who got the last laugh
Take some money, take a day
Water running down your back makes you feel alive
Spread the message, do it alive
Everything they say is so contrived
Let me know when you come to
Tell the story, like it seems to prove
Nothing ever seems so untrue
As the possessions of what you rue
Search for meaning on the ground (get it down flat, lost and found)
See the signs on the wall (better with a bat, fine with the ball)
Not that matters much anymore
Rada-tata, gliding with your hands on the floor
Not that matters much anymore
Rada-tata, gliding with your hands on the floor
Not that matters much anymore
Lightning sounds through your bedroom door
How can any fan want me back on tour?
Long nights, staying late, living through the tour
