Lyrics:

Sometimes the conversation
Is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof
To the dry mouth

Sometimes intrepidation
Is the roadkill in me
Oh walk on in and solve the mystery

Single configuration
I'm out on bended knee
Oh call for help
I'm separating free

House in my head has left me for dead
House in my head, and I'm going home

Sometimes the conversation
Leads roads out to the south
Past leaking roofs
And dry, dry mouths

So this isolation
A hole too hard on me
It was somebody I knew
They threw away the key

Sometimes conversation
Is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof
Of a drying mouth

Footsteps inside this nation
Follow tracks, comparted train
When I felt this funeral march along my brain

Take me out of the street lights
Out of the safe light
Oh oh oh oh...