Back In Town - Sound Team

Go for a lunch hour stroll

Why should you wind your way through Coca-Cola cabs

When you can jump your own shadow on Burnside Avenue?

I know you wish you’d stayed home

Now for the fourteenth time you are that kid

In backseats that blur under an angry moon

But the center cannont hold, that you cling to

You don’t need to look for trouble

Trouble will find its way to you

But when there’s nine thousand neckties in a swarm all around you

Lunch-counter girls are always so put on

Don’t deconstruct the megadome it’s inside you

Polaroids can’t stand up when they’re own

Ask me again if I can do you a favor

As the snow and the window get some business done

Your neighbor, who wishes you would stop getting locked out

It’s all grist for your decay mill

So let the backlash begin

You would always say gray lightning was your only friend

The bleachers are empty the sky is an impossible blue

But I don’t need to argue anymore

So I let you hack away

Until you decide you prefer the forest floor

But the center cannont hold

The center cannont hold

You don’t need to look for trouble

Troble will find its way to you