Down Down Methodist Hill

Shivering from the late fall cold I felt like a solid ghost I ran and then I couldn't slow My father found me though, my father took me home He said "What's the matter, kid?" He said "Where you think you're gonna go?" He said "It's not alright, kid it's so far from alright" Down a hall in a house By an Oldsmobile cruiser Down a hall in a house Beneath the skies of October And come on It feels so wrong And there's a hole where yesterday was Yesterday's a big blank hole in time But yesterday, that son of a beach on a cold planet spinning all over the sky "And kid, tomorrow's right behind your eyes Child, when you sleep, you can't turn off your mind And you can feel tomorrow rise" Said "You can feel tomorrow from the other side" And it's not alright Not even close to alright We'll make it into a choice that you have I don't know, but you'll have a choice somehow Down a hall in a house [?] Down a hall in your house With your mom and you can be there I always want to be there It'd feel so nice Will tomorrow rise I'm scared a little of the winter time