I´m Walking Out In A Force Ten Gale.
Birds Thrown Around, Bullets For Hail.
The Roof Is Pulling Off By Its Fingernails.
Your Voice Is Rapping On My Windowsill

Yesterday´s Headlines Blown By The Wind.
Yesterday´s People End Up Scatterbrain.
Then Any Fool Can Easy Pick A Hole. (I Only Wish I Could Fall In)
A Moving Target In A Firing Range.

Somewhere I´m Not
Scatterbrain.
Somewhere I´m Not
Scatterbrain.
Lightning Fuse
Powercut.
Scatterbrain