Bad enough i bought into that bit. Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field Storing profits, those wallets begged for change And everyone's growing up just the same. Pedestal-placement-preaching No, that isn't love, that's just called insecurity. Jump that ship it's sinking You might float to the top, but you'll never be credible On your feet, on the ground How to see it coming, how to see it after On your feet and on the ground How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper Along with your career you steer down dead end streets. Those sounds have gotten stale and tired, Running from every critique. They're nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode In your face, in your hands How to see it coming, how to see it after In your face and in your hands How to see it coming, how to spot it faster.