There's a bench deep in the park. Rebels kissed there after dark until one night, when a bride "tried a sailor on," and now a bright light shines there dusk to dawn.

You told me,"Win the race. Come run for us." You said "It'll help build trust." And so I threw my front door open wide and lost the last place I'd ever hide.

Somebody's always honing in. Somebody sent a drone again. Somebody else is phoning in. I'll never be alone again.

Keep my head down. Shoot the camera. Mute the sound. I got a half hour or twenty max, until a hired hand's hot on the tracks.

Somebody's in the zone again. Somebody's got a tone to send. They caught me on the throne again. I'll never be alone again.