There's rows and rows of houses   With windows painted blue   With the light from the TV   Running parallel to you      But there is no sunken treasure   Rumored to be   Wrapped inside my ribs   In a sea black with ink      I am so out of tune with you   I am so out of tune with you      If I had a mountain   I'd try to fold it over   If I had a boat   You know, I'd probably roll over      And I'd leave it on the shore   I'd leave it for somebody   Surely there's somebody   Who needs it more than me      I am so out of tune with you   I am so out of tune with you      For all the leaves will burn   And autumn fires and then return   For all the fires we burn   All will return      Music is my savior   And I was maimed by rock and roll   I was maimed by rock and roll   I was tamed by rock and roll   I got my name from rock and roll