If the muddy sky Never does decide To go And all that she permits Upon our front porch steps Is a patch of dark cement Ooh-ooh I keep leaving the house Ooh-ooh But then I remember there is nowhere ♪ Should this stop, it's getting heavy I am not the same On these days Da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum Da-da-dum, da-da I'm not the same