I know what they're thinking

Well, at least, my fear does

When I'm slinking away with my tail between my legs to Connecticut

I stand in the still yard like a scarecrow at night

I squint through the ambient light from the city a stone's throw away

My attempt at escape is a partial reprieve

Like the night from the light of the day

Not even a choir of crickets in my head could ever make me forget

Life throws ambience but it returns tenfold in renunciate

And when I'm lost as I have been before and I'm certain that I will be again

I take the time to find a way to tune out all the crickets in my head

'Cause don't you know there's nowhere to go

You can't look out until you face yourself

You fight an orchestra to get in a word

When all you want is to be heard

Yeah crickets, crickets in my head when I go to bed

Oh, when they finally chirp themselves to death what will be left?

Yeah they strapped me to a cart and pushed me down a hill, and it took all my will power

To fall with still some grace, and try to forge a way, to pick the path I take

Oh crickets, crickets in my head when I go to bed

Yeah crickets, crickets sing so loud I can't hear anything else

Yeah crickets, crickets in my head when I go to bed

Yeah crickets, crickets in my heart when I have to start again