out on the lawn, you could see something was wrong 
habit is such, that it lumbers along 
the neighbors all talk, they’re shaking up the walk 
enter the fear, never ever would have dreamed of being caught 
finer today 
is the sun on your unbitten leg 

how can we get down, when everybody’s lying on the ground 
bullets under beds, where are the pistols? they cannot be found 
so oh oh so alone with them around 

out in the sun where the light shades us from harm 
waiting for luck, for the river to dry up 
darker you say, is the night that they’ll take us away 
now we can get down 
cause everybody’s living underground 
buried in their beds where are the pistols planted in the mounds 

so oh oh so alone now that they’re not around 
oh oh oh so lonely now