The police will follow you home
And finally arrest you and make your life monochrome
You'll be in a jail cell all alone
With no conversations on the telephone
You can hide behind stormy eyes
But it surely won't cover your disguise
In the shadow of ignorance, we all go to our homes
Where the mice crawl and the rats roam
You're in the car, looking at the November stars
Wondering how you got this far
You want to go home, you want to go back
And sit on your couch, drinking six packs
You want to go soon, you watch to see a show
But everyone knows who you are, everyone will know
That you're really not a friend, just a sad foe...