Common places, haunted past With all the woods now gone, I knew it wouldn't last And all the faces are question marks Up and down the street, looking down the block Common places, haunted rooms Wandering inside, contemplating doom It marks our faces when we don't smile Don't get me out of bed, I want to lay here a while So come another day Today, I just can't The faces are out there This is your last chance You must, you must come out You must, you must come out You must, you must come out You must, you must come out