All this talking, you'd think I'd have something to say
But I'm just talking like a sirens getting louder and farther away
From the energetic kids in the park
Yes, that was me breaking glass and pretending to start
Something big, some new taste
Did you wonder, as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder, sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
There are buildings up for sale
On the other side of town which are falling down for people
To stand in their place, try to make something great
That's just a part of the story
And it could be maybe something complete someday
At the end of the quarry
Yes that was me digging holes for the world to see
And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth
But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close and people just gracefully retreat
New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting it's teeth
But there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. crying on live TV
Whoa the misanthropic topical arrangement
That is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That's me, am I late?
That's the start of my story
And it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry
Oh I have dug a hole for all the world to see
And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet
But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat?
When they gracefully retreat