The thunder clouds broke up And the rain dried up The lightning let up The clacking shutters just shut up There's no black or white, No change in the light No night, No golden sun. The sound of cars, The smell of bars, The awful feeling of electric heat. Under fluorescent lights, they sacrifice There's hard feelings, there's pointless waste I want wind to blow my clothes off me, Sweep me off my feet, Take me out and not bring me back. Oh where I can see, days pass by me And I have no head to hold in grief. But there's no hope for me, I've been set free There's no breeze, There's no ship on my sea