The Catastrophe (Good Luck With That, Man)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Signs point in every direction, advertising a one-night heaven Got no clue what's driving us Blind as hell and burning up with your love Practice my practical math and hide in the van while I'm counting the cashbox Beads of sweat falling one by one at a Valero station in the California sun Denver to Salt Lake, nine-hour drive With a breakdown in Rawlins, stuck at the diner Keep one eye on the time zone changes Two weeks to go and it feels like ages "We should start a band Lose all touch with the real world" "Good luck with that, man..." And that was the start of a major catastrophe Stuck in the smallest greenroom! No way out except through the main room An hour to kill with the shirts on our back, four dead phones, and a cigarette packet Hear ye discouraged workers You who hurt and don't deserve it Time is short and life is rough But you've still got the weekend to bury the pearls of your love If you think you're unworthy of life If you're tired of just playing nice If you're looking for one light of hope Amidst the pile of bones Well you can come with us tonight Maybe you can recognize it as somewhere close to home Is it the sickness or you that's talking? Is it the sickness or you that's talking? Did it leave a stain on the upholstery? Are you still breathing? Can you hear my heart beat? Is my love true? Are you still afraid of me? Is my love true? Are you still afraid of me? Can you make it work? Is this kind of dumb? Does it put the ram in the ramalamadingdong? Is the exit soon? Is there a problem officer? Is the exit soon? Is there a problem officer? Did I hear it wrong? Am I stating the obvious? Can you hear it now? Won't you tell me what time it is? Is the accusation from you or the sickness? Is the accusation from you or the sickness? Is it OPD? Is it just your opinion? Does it give hope to the starving millions? I've driven through the desert of irony Driven all around and I've seen a great many Bones, dry bones in American towns Bones, dry bones in American towns Kids who don't know why they bleed Because they couldn't meet their parents' needs They are bones, dry bones in American towns Bones, dry bones in American towns Will you restore these parts to holiness This thick head, this broken heart, these bones... We could be alive in the here and now But only if you show us how These bones, dry bones are gonna walk around These bones, dry bones in American towns These bones, dry bones in Cincinnati, Maple Valley, San Francisco, San Diego, Phoenix, Dallas, Kansas City... Ran out in any direction One more time to reach perfection Got no clue what's driving us Blind as hell and burning up with your love If you think you're unworthy of life If you're tired of just playing nice If you're looking for one light of hope Inside the last days of Rome Well you can come with us tonight Maybe you can recognize There's still some life inside these These bones, dry bones in American towns... Bones, dry bones in American towns... These bones, dry bones in American towns... Bones, dry bones in American towns...