The things we’d trade in some strangers’ basements / The things we’d trade with the boats on the foreign shores / But it bites back / It doesn’t care at all / If I looked up, this would be your ceiling / I wanted to go home / Now I just want to go back / Side stage / Off in the corner / We hit it off / And by “hit it off” I mean / I was staring at the floor / I was trembling like a child / You’ll break down today / You’ll break down tomorrow / Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown / Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along / Electricity, leave me be