I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere:
"He's well hung," and I am hanging up.
Well there's a song on the radio that says:
"Let's get this party started."
So let's get this party started.

What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded faded and demoted.
All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance.

You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.

The next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer.
And of the time that I've spent telling it my roots.
I'm shaking in my boots.
But still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed.
The darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed.


What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded,
Inflated then demoted all my oxygen,
To product gas and suffocated my last chance.

You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.

The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.

The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
Tonight.
Sun burnt out.
Sun burnt out tonight. (Tonight.)
(Sun.)
The sun burnt out tonight.