There's rows and rows of houses

With windows painted blue

With the light from the t v

Running parallel to you

But there is no sunken treasure rumored to be

Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink

I am so out of tune with you

I am so out of tune with you

If I had a mountain

I'd try to fold it over

If I had a boat

You know I'd probably roll over

And I leave it on the shore

I'd leave it for somebody

Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me

I am so out of tune with you

I am so out of tune with you

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return

All the fires we burn

All will return

Music is my savior

And I was maimed by rock and roll

I was maimed by rock and roll

I was tamed by rock and roll

I got my name from rock and roll