What strange road led me to this chair What thunder roll made the crystal clear There were times when I was not myself There were times when I was someone else There were times when there was no way I'd sit still There were times when blue electric bolts flew from our fingertips There were times when I was not myself There were times when I was someone else The September storm came down at half past twelve The window we looked out would flash and we could see ourselves See the smoke, see that there's fire See the smoke, see that there's fire