I'm walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my window sill

Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain
Then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fallin)
A moving target in a firing range

Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse
Powercut
Scatterbrain