Poor Adeline, Poor Adeline. Where's your heart? Where's your mind?. First in the crowd, last in the line. The world can be so unkind. The winds gonna blow, the rains gonna call.
You come out swinging again. Up on a wind and down on a friend. It's a fine day. . It gets so cold in here. You burn up in the atmosphere. For a fine day, a fine, fine day.
Something's crawling on my back. And digging holes in my head. Something's climbing through the crack. And hiding under the bed. . All you can do without.
All that's real. You're pushing it slowly back under the wheel. We can stay. Two feet apart and a whole world away. You're keeping score. Standing on mountains and hoping for more.