I'm walking out in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
the roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
your voice is rattlin' on my window sill

yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
any fool can easy pick a hole.
(I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range.

somewhere I'm not scatterbrain.
as dead as leaves, scatterbrain.
lightning fuse, powercut.
somewhere I'm not.