Cigarette smoke dances back in the window,
 And I can see the haze on its own light
 I’m conjuring ghosts on a forty hour ride home,
 And they keep asking me what I’m doing with my life.

 While my cousins go to bed with their wives.
 I’m feeling like I've fallen behind.

 Well, the highway won
 I’m listening to traffic reports one on one [bad word] quietly undone.
 I was born [bad word]  Away from anything good.
 An escape artist's son
 Sun-drenched pavement in my blood

 The first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when [bad word] gets bad and...

 I’ve been looking for
 Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
 I’ve been waiting for
 Another disaster (another disaster).

 Well I’m still afraid
 Like a kid in the sixties
 Staring at the sky
 Waiting for the bomb to fall.
 And it’s all a lie
 What they say about stability.
 It scares me sometimes
 The emptiness I see in my eyes.

 And all the kids names I’ve ever liked recited tragedy.
 Well, I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.

 I’ve been looking for
 Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
 I’ve been waiting for
 Another disaster (another disaster).

 And I was kinda hoping you'd say.
 I was kinda hoping you'd stay.

 I keep a flashlight
 And a small knife
 In the corner of my bed stand.
 I keep a flashlight
 And the train times
 But you wouldn't understand.
 How could you understand?

 Jesus Christ. I’m 26.
 All the people I’ve graduated with,
 All have kids,
 All have wives,
 All have people who care if [bad word] home at night.

 Well, Jesus Christ, did I [bad word] up?

 I’ve been looking for
 Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
 I’ve been waiting for
 Another disaster (another disaster).

 And I was kinda hoping you'd say.
 I was kinda hoping you'd stay.
 I was kinda hoping you'd stay.