We've been faced with it and I'm waiting for me like a storm on the door This is the end of our lives, we've been messed up When you require, sweet my desire For higher high A place for beginners or censored to find When sentiment is left to die A place to be and even somewhere to start No Coast to coast, galore to Chicago, western maze Across the north and south to the yellow, blue, blue sea Each classic case Each shadow of a sand in the double cross Can be that change License to love, insurance to vote Can we ever find our memory left chained in the road? His eyes are like angel, his heart is cold No need to ask, he's a school operator School operator School operator