I was a kid
Staring at the telephone lines
As we drove by them
The trees were gone
Burned down in the night I guess
There was nothing left out there
Your voice of ash whispers from the car stereo
When I breathe I choke
I don't know
Here I sit in darkness
Waiting for what's out there
I don't know what's out there
Elliott, what have you done to us?
Elliott, what have you done?
Out There was written by Lomelda.
Out There was produced by Tommy Read.