Everybody Thinks the Thoughts

Passing in and out of shade

Pocket full of escapades

Shipwrecks off the parkway

Lonely boys call for rain

Your body having borne much

The weight of youth sloughed off

Distilled until I drink it up

It cannot make me blind enough

A Santa Ana blowing though your soul

A tinderbox you carry round

And when the match arrives to burn it down

You'll know

And there's a line they told you not to cross

But everybody thinks the thoughts

You tell yourself that it was not enough

Well everybody thinks the thoughts

Bodies stuck fast in ways

Hot breath set against the grain

Gods are calling out your name

Fix the problem not the blame

A Santa Ana blowing though your soul

A tinderbox you carry round

And when the match arrives to burn it down

You'll know

And there's a line they told you not to cross

But everybody thinks the thoughts

You tell yourself that it was not enough

Well everybody thinks the thoughts

Climbing up an ivory tower

Trying to find the source of your power

And there's a line they told you not to cross

But everybody thinks the thoughts

You tell yourself that it was not enough

Well everybody thinks the thoughts

And there's a line they told you not to cross

But everybody thinks the thoughts

You tell yourself that it was not enough

Well everybody thinks the thoughts