Lyrics
Lost sight of ground
Never been so down
Nothing here to stand on

It's a war-weary road
Another faceless tombstone
Nothing here to stand on

I turn to face the wind
May never get out
Forever caught in a spin
No better place to begin

Can't find the phone, can't hear to listen can't take along what we're missing
Just as well to write this postcard from hell and the bar clock says three a.m.
Fallout shelter sign above the door
In other words, don't come here anymore

Too many miles between
I heard a dead man scream
Nothing here to stand on

Each and every step
Reeling out more or less
Nothing here to stand on

I turn to face the wind
May never get out
Forever caught in a spin
No better place to begin

I turn to face the wind
May never get out
Forever caught in a spin
No better place to begin

Tried to stay, tried to run
There's never been enough reason
To believe in anyone
This trickle-down theory has left all these pockets empty and the bar clock says three
A.m.
Fallout shelter sign above the door
In other words, don't come here anymore

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): JAY FARRAR, JEFF TWEEDY, MICHAEL HEIDORN




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