An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert, red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete, incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Cruising under your radar Watching from the satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert, red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete, absolutely, oh The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you Absalom, absalom, absalom

Reconcile to the belief Consumed in sacred ground for me There wasn't always a place to go But there was always an urgent need to belong All these bands and all these people All these friends and we were equals but What you gonna do When everybody goes on without you? To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end Started in '87 ended in '89 You got a garage or an amp, we'll play anytime It was just the four of us, yeah man the core of us Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us Four kids on tour 3000 miles in a four door car not knowing what was going on We got a million years It'd turn out like this Hell no, no premonition could've seen this To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end Matty came from far away From New Orleans into the East Bay He said, "This is a mecca" I said, "This ain't no mecca man, this place is fucked" Three months go by He had no home, he had no food, he's all alone Matty said, "Fool me once, shame on you" Said, "Fool me twice", he went back to New Orleans To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end To the end, end To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end