It's the sound of the sleet
All the canned food you'll eat
That old vice you'll abuse
Isolation blues
It's the look on your face
When your paycheck's erased
It's the war of the news
Got you all confused
We all want the same thing
To be safe, to be free
What a catch 22
Isolation blues
Isolation blues
Isolation blues
It's the sweat in their gloves
From the frontlines with love
You thought dancing alone
Was isolation blues?
But there are some who's last goodbyes
Had to come through a phone
Put yourself in their shoes
Isolation blues
Isolation blues
Isolation blues
