| It’s all gone fuzzy on the tv screen
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| I guess I should’ve paid the bill
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| I keep on thinking I can deal with it soon
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| But I know that I never will
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| The phone keeps ringing, vibrating off the table
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| But I want to be left alone
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| To fall asleep and dream about the good old days
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| When I used to be a rolling stone
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| Lost in the moment I remember a time
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| Photographic memories of when you were mine
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| I just want to fade away
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| Somebody is knocking on my door
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| While I pretend to be out of town
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| I peek through the curtains
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| And watch as they walk away
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| I can see the car parked right outside but
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| I don’t recognize the face
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| I don’t want to see them, I want to run and hide
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| Down into the secret place
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| Where I’m underground, safe and warm
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| Away from all the falling bombs
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| And the men who can do bad things to you
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| If they catch you writing protest songs
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| Going to the market in a cheap disguise
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| In the kitchen cooking up some alibis
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| I just want to fade away
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| Somebody is knocking on my door
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| While I pretend to be out of town
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| I peek through the curtains
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| And watch as they walk away
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| Somebody
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| Somebody
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| Somebody
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| Somebody
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| Somebody is knocking on my door
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| While I pretend to be out of town
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| I look through the curtains
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| And watch as they walk away
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| It’s all gone fuzzy on the tv screen
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| I guess I should’ve paid the bill
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| I keep on thinking I can deal with it soon
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| But I know that I never will |