A chill ran through me
And I grabbed on tight
That was when I left my body for good
And I shook off all the strength I'd earned
I wanted so badly not to be me
I wanted so badly not to be me
I saw my shadow looking lost
Checking its pockets for some lost receipt
Where did I leave that fire
Will a stranger find it
On a curb idling
Cold call from a time zone
Just short of outer space
Six o'clock tomorrow
A strange voice says to me:
I do believe we have a fire, lady
You can pick it up if you come down with ID