There's a road stretched out
in front of where I stand
And the long grass swaying [bad word] 
And the dark clouds
Just over the hill
In the distance there's going to be a downpour

But here I am
Fixed to the spot
Just wo eyes watching and waiting
For [bad word] 
To build to a crash,
There's going to be a downpour

Someone help me out here
Someone tell me, "No"
Walking on a tightrope
How was I to know?
Someone help me out here
There's too much to say

And if you find me
Wandering around
Unable to answer
If I somehow through
The thought, woven gut
Please just hold me

And never ask
How far I have been
Understand there are no words for it
And [bad word] still builds
Fixed to the spot
There's going to be a downpour

Someone help me out here
Someone tell me, "No"
Walking on a tightrope
How was I to know?
Someone help me out here
There's too much to say