OK, 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 eyes,   Is more than a line in the sand   When the truth gets hard to imagine   The hours get harder to stand      He's a seasick terminal passenger   Singing this song to himself   'Till the store brought soul on his skeleton   sinks into somebody else      He's a see saw, calm 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   I'm sure that we'll both be OK'      OK, hey, I'm backing outside   You can 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   But if there's still blood left in your body   I'll come back home