Can I be excused From what I was doing but what was I doing I need to buckle up We make noise so pretty that closing time is only A matter of time As far as I'm concerned We lost by a landslide and I think that just might Keep pissing me off I didn't see it coming I never see it coming Not even this time Isn't a wake-up call Supposed to tell you something Call me again sometime Because now I just learned nothing You need to explain To me over coffee why you said this could be The worst day of the year As far as I'm concerned I won't get into the fact we turned into A couple of ghosts Yearning to burn and yearning to rise and Yet locked in time and space