Acetone Angels - Son Volt

Dreams in technicolor have faded

Prepare to make a stand

The odds are long, there is no mention

Of favor goin' round

Made it out of the hairpin turn

The

Cublicle and elevators

Always checkin' to watch for suicide

We’ve lost communication

We’re out on our own

We’ve lost communication

We’re out on our own

Fools we are

Faraway stone skipping over this town

dance in their wake

Bitter lives for chances passed over

Complaining

I tell you I cared and then some

Then I’d finally go

Circus hearts and mind

We’ve lost communication

We’re out on our own

We’ve lost communication

We’re out on our own

Fools we are

Fools we are

Fools we are