I heard you cryin through the atmosphere nI felt the water on the top of my head and I knownIt must be something if there's nothing to seenI could be nothing but its something to menAnd I know that-nWe bought problems from our fathers nThey're al stored away nAnd all the lessons from our brothersnAll float awaynDo we say worse things when we talk to their facesnDoes the air run out in these popular placesnI betnI heard you cryin at the top of your lungsnI tried to warn you but I wasn't allowed and I knownI should be worried how you're getting aroundnAnd how you plan on getting out of this town nBut I don't causennChorusnn