A lonely boring job mid-summers to fall, asleep Expertise on air guitar So your fingers never bleed I know you think you could do this without me But I know I could do without you A failed ambition's held up on tridents
Hope predictions of future come true All the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk All the cars upturned talk like the trains Ten thousand red balloons all around New York Hope the bridges all burn your life away So you bank a friend front row Took the metal from disease
White collar criminal So his fingers never bleed I know you think you could do this without me But I know I could do without you A failed ambition's held up on tridents I hope predictions of future come true All the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk All the cars upturned talk like the trains Ten thousand red balloons over New York Hope the bridges all burn your life away