Don't look down, looks like trouble, trouble
Distant sound, must be trouble, trouble
All that I have learned goes out the window
'Cause I'm not home
Relocate to ice and idle notion
Of misplacement, traces of some other
Sound is rushing up to make you outcome
But I'm not home, I'm not home
There's water here to last all year
Just don't rush me, don't make me crawl
Can I have another day to think?
Can I take the shade beneath the trees?