detroit the city puking fire as i gonpuking fire as i go, face pressed against the windownoutside the window it is snowy, grey & grittynsnowy grey & gritty, detroit the cityngetting chased out of town by the greyhound busnnbetween you and me i've got this funny feelingni've got this feeling, this sinking ship that's reelingnthe reeling ship is sinking & we're all up to our kneesnoh yes we're all up to our kneesnbetween you and mengetting chased out of town on the greyhound busnnthe shadows cast on me by the weather overheadncome in two kinds, distracting dreams or anxious dreadndread, dark premonitions, deep distraction dreamsn& any make it kind of hard to seenwhat are we pushing?nour luck?nwhere are we headed?nis that a place you can get to on the bus?n