Down Down Methodist Hill

Shivering from the late fall cold
I felt like a solid ghost
I ran and then I couldn't slow
My father found me though, my father took me home

He said "What's the matter, kid?"
He said "Where you think you're gonna go?"
He said "It's not alright, kid it's so far from alright"

Down a hall in a house
By an Oldsmobile cruiser

Down a hall in a house
Beneath the skies of October

And come on

It feels so wrong

And there's a hole where yesterday was
Yesterday's a big blank hole in time
But yesterday, that son of a beach on a cold planet spinning all over the sky

"And kid, tomorrow's right behind your eyes
Child, when you sleep, you can't turn off your mind
And you can feel tomorrow rise"
Said "You can feel tomorrow from the other side"

And it's not alright
Not even close to alright
We'll make it into a choice that you have
I don't know, but you'll have a choice somehow

Down a hall in a house
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Down a hall in your house
With your mom and you can be there
I always want to be there

It'd feel so nice

Will tomorrow rise
I'm scared a little of the winter time