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 rapping on my window-sill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
yesterday's people in a scatterbrain
any fool can easy pick a hole
(i wish i could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range
Somewhere i'm not
scatterbrain
somewhere i'm not
scatterbrain
lightning fuse, powercut
scatterbrain