Look at these trees man

On an island and they're holding it down

And a golden light from someone's house has just switched on

Well Diane she's hanging tough but she's half drunk

Yeah, my life could hold my own knife but I just don't know

I don't

Look at that sky man

Beyond the ceiling, yeah, skies above

And an old man from someone's house has just shut it off

Well, Diane she's hanging in and she, she wants to play some cards

Said, all I know is what life is showing me

And can I keep, keep, keep up?

See it don't matter at all

Put the keys back in the jar and I know

See there are flowers in the fall and I know, oh, oh

Look at these rooms man

Televisions, yeah, lighting them all up

Well, Diane danced this evening

Through the windows with the gods

See when it comes to her

When it comes to her

You just never know

Said from the kitchen light

She's like a candle bright

Before it's switched off and back on

Here we go

See it don't matter at all

She whispers into my ear that I should fall

But I hold on to her so tight

Until that light switch goes back on