All this talking   you'd think I'd have something to say   but I'm just talking   like a siren getting louder and farther away   from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me breaking glass and pretending to start   something big   some new taste      Did you wander   as my voice went from station to station to state?   Some loud thunder   sometimes there's no telling if we're okay   there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town which are falling down for people   to stand in their place;   to try to make something great      That's just a part of the story   And it could be maybe something complete someday   At the end of the quarry   yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see   A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth   But there's always more unless I'm mistaken   tell me when do mouths close   and people just gracefully retreat      New York calling   at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth   but there's no telling   from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV   Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient   That's me   Am I late?      That's the state of my story   and it may be one day something complete   At the end of the quarry   Oh I have dug a hole for all the world to see   A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet   but there's always more unless I'm mistaken   Tell me when do mouths close   and people gracefully retreat? (when they gracefully retreat)