put your hand on my knee, my thigh, my heart, my mouth.nput you in me, come hell or high-water.nand Sunday, some day, we'll look back and laughncome hell or high-water.nright?nnthe future always looks good in the golden land;nthey say it's because no one remembers the past, but there's more:nwe've got blackout policies' losing languages in record time'nall busy running around, not looking each other in the eye.nso we try some optimism, pen some slogans for better days:n'talk hard,' 'live fast,' and 'don't stop, don't ever stop.'nnwe've reached a turning pointncomfortably numb, i'm not all that comfortable with it.nwe're on the verge of something, somebody must feel this, we're all on the verge of something.nwe're hedging our bets, and I'm leaving town for the fireworks.nsoon it will hit us like a summer storm.nnso please bring me away:nto call home while its happening across the high wire act,nthick and blocking out the things i was promised when i was young enough to believe in things like believing in things.ni want to call home and tell them all:nWe're On Our Way.nthere were wires, and these are wiresnthick and black and let's rip them down and stuff them in our mouths and laugh.ngod, you have too much faith in us.nphysics don't allow for this much tiltnwithout the fall