It's quiet now, but it seems to me that   without the noise, I'll create something.   Cause it turned out to be a long, long, long time,   and I'm feeling so gone.   It turned out to be a long time,   and I'm feeling so...   oh, whatever...   so jaded, complaining.   Oh, whatever...   sounding old and full of shit.   It's calm right now.   That's how I want it to be.   And that house torn down is where I'm going.