It's gone ten past onenYou've missed the TubenCall in sick, fall in lovenSpeak too soonnLights up like dawn out of tunenThe words of ghosts, hanging barenOverduennAnd all the answers you look for inside your bottles and pillsnWon't give you the chance to feel the thrillnBut maybe I willnnWhy don't you shout out loudnWhat we both know is truenAn eye in the storm at lastnYou know we're not allowednThat's why we're going tonPlease just leave your conscience in the pastnnWrong side of townnAnother trainnAnd all the while you really thought you did something newnUnder a brow beaten moonnUnderpaid, overgrown, but we'll pull throughnnSometimes these luminous streetsnJust seem so run of the millnRight now cut out those life blood-suckers willnSteal my thrillnnWhy don't we leave this townnSo I can speak with younAn eye in the storm has comenYou know we're not allowednThat's why we're going tonPlease just leave my conscience well alonenLeave it alonenLeave it alonennFeelnFeel the thrillnFeel the touchnAnd the tastenAs you cut and paste your lifenYour life onto minenDon't give those grievous thoughtsnAny time in your mindnnYou know I meant itnGive me some creditnAn eye in the storm can't lastnAnd you can bet thatnThat I won't forget about itnBut please just leave your conscience in the pastnLeave it alonenLeave it alonenn