Out There - Hovvdy, Lomelda

I was a kid

Staring at the telephone lines

As we drove by them

The trees were gone

Burned down in the night I guess

There was nothing left out there

Your voice of ash whispers from the car stereo

When I breathe I choke

I don’t know

Here I sit in darkness

Waiting for what’s out there

I don’t know what’s out there

Elliott, what have you done to us?

Elliott, what have you done?