But I hang on every word
No, don’t stop now
Then you turn the wrong way round
We can’t tell what is right in front of us

Don’t stop now
All I want is something I can cry about

Restless, hopeful, in silence I wait

Don’t stop now
No, don’t stop now
Give me something I can write about
In a church house ten miles out of town

With a blank piece of paper on the top of my head
Give me something I can write about
Give me something I can cry about

Just remember that’s how you get to me
But don’t stop now
There’s no number on the house
Sometimes you get too close to nowhere now
You get fooled by the lightning every time
And all I want is something I can write about
We will travel through a tunnel in the trees
‘Cause you can’t follow my directions home

Sometimes you have to turn the wrong way round
See the after image of my outline
God knows where the satellite’s taking us
Is the Devil gonna track me down?
The birds are headed south