baton down the hatches
and grab those spare matches
cause everyone gets cold
and now we're in the kitchen
where everyone's religion
is the feeling they'll grow old

and i don't want to be that hopeful man again
cause hope only lives where a man has no friends

was it happenstance
or an unlucky chance
that history repeated
cause now i cant dance
or take a stance
without feeling defeated

turn the lights on
turn them off
within a minute
an hour without power
has a lifetime within it

sailed all the oceans
and went through all the motions
to feel like we got here
but all through the travels
all that unraveled was feelings of more fear

you're not special
i'm not special
ain't it great
stop the clocks and calendars
so we can save the date