Well I? m looking at her. From a rock? n? roll tower. With the windows, its eyes. And its black stained sides. . That can? t be climbed. They? re as slick as wet glass.
In bed sittin' and readin'. By the T. V. light. Stay away from the window. Thunder and lightenin'. . And the rain, the rain keeps fallin' down. That's somethin' that hasn't changed.