I'm making a coat out of nall the youth in the parking lotnThey're so cool they look chic nWith their hair in their eyesnSo many gotta be reckoned withnReason's out the windownAnd everyone's writingnletters to ex-loversnI don't knownThere are animals in my headnThere are objectsnfalling from the skynAnd it's not rainnnThe children in the playground nare laughing 'cause neverything around them is nSo brand newnNow they're passing notesnin the classroomnAbout their feelings nNow they're passing notesnBut their teacher knowsnThere are animals in my headnThere are objects falling from the skynAnd it's not snownnAll these people nThey got their minds made up nAnd nobody's ever gonna take 'emnAll these people nThey got their heads all upnAnd nobody's ever gonna forsake 'emnAll these people nThey got their notions built upnAnd nobody's ever gonna deceive 'emnAnd death will be nthe only thing to break 'emnnI'm makin' gestures, and nimplicating and counteracting nAnd everyone nods in understandingnAs if I actually make sensenAnd now it's just me and younEverything is perfectnI should strike up a conversationnBut I'm too afraidnAnd now it's just me and younEverything is perfectnI should say something nor make a movenBut I'm too afraidnNo, I'm too afraid