| These days go by like trucks and trains
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| Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing
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| Lights out right now, back then and forevermore
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| Lights out left now, these robots marching to the nearest liquor store
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| There’s something green that’s leaving town
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| Always thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong
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| Where it goes, hell knows maybe somewhere better than here
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| And what they say of the grass on the other sides true
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| Too much time looking up is turning everything blue
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| Including me, including you, including you
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| These times count down like boats and planes
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| Some wash away in undertow, some plummet down in flames
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| Lights out right now, back then and forevermore
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| With sirens on, this ambulance is racing to the west coast shore
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| There’s something blue that’s leaving town
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| We always talked about black, we’re considering brown
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| Where it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here
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| And what they say of the grass on the other sides true
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| Too much time looking up’s turning everything blue
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| Including me, including the ocean, including you
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| Feel the ocean blue engulfing you
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| I view the deep blue sea
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| It’s turning red right in front of me
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| There’s something gray that’s leaving town
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| And it’s way beyond me how it gets off the ground
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| Where it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here
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| And what they say of the grass on the other sides true
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| Too much time looking ups turning everything blue
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| Including me, including the pilots, including you |