We met him up at the top of the table, he was way down in the night
Here was somebody we could learn something from, he'd talk us into the light
He wrote his words with numbers, that was step number two
He washed his hands in a tree for awhile, while we climbed around in our boots
He set you in the station, and he lent me out to the mod
Here was somebody we could learn something from but we were falling apart
Six days, six hours and four weeks since I've seen from you
Broken fingers, black cloth and white heat, disappear me and you
We'll wear our shirts on our sleeves
We'll get the hell out of here
We'll walk by all the buildings
We'll dance around on the pond