There's a lotta little things that make me scream and shout. There's a lotta little things that leave me filled with doubt. Words explode and we just wind up crying. There's a lotta little things we gotta figure out. There's a lotta little things we gotta talk about.
Bridges are burning, there's fences to mend.
The sky is falling, stone walls caving in. As hearts turn cold, I can't believe love is dying. I could've told you 'bout these things I feel inside. Found it in my pocket amongst the lint and my spare change, A name and a number on a matchbook I had saved. And tonight the moon ain't right.