Mann-Weil. . Air pollution, revolution, you know I've had my fill.. Advertisin', computerizin', don't understand it and I never will.. . Got to get back to some good time livin'.
The sun's shinning. And the skies are gray. But I still know it's shinning. Out there anyway. . And I'm lightning. Crashing through the sky. I got my feet on the ground.
Looking around the house. Hidden behind the window and the door. Searching for signs for life. But there's nobody home. . Well, maybe I'm just too sure.