movement i the rock under the pillow i bury my head and try and shut chicago out as it turns out there s a whole other world of sounds of perfect fifths low skids and arctic howls all saying are you going through something are you going through something under the pillow a little room to breathe the early morning light s a pale cranberry i hear the aaa aah aah not now wow wow of a siren faraway and closing steadily saying are you going through something are you going through something cuz i i i i i am too under the pillow i can hear you whisperin are you going through something well honey are you going through something are you going through something then i i i i i am too then i i i i i am too then i i i i i am too movement ii neworleansworld gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme an opportunity gimme gimme put me put me put me put me put me in the saddle i ll ride you ll see there s new work in the day room i can t lounge on line don t you laugh i d sell a giraffe and i d give you half just to occupy my mind i ll be driven my eyes always moving i ll be riveted to the task yea no smiling that s important i will make my face a mask and i m thinking just in passing what if this song does nothing what if this song does nothing working in the new neworleansworld i m emptying slots working like a ghost i move through huge rooms with no windows and no gulf of mexico gimmegimmegimme gimme gimme gimme an opportunity gimme gimme put me put me put me put me put me in the saddle please i ll be driven my eyes always moving i ll be riveted to the task yea no smiling that s so important i will make my face a mask and i m thinking just in passing what if this song does nothing what if this song does nothing what if this song does nothing what if this song does nothing movement iii don t you wanna see how it ends bring on the requisite strangeness it always has to get a little weird a little weird yea you just bring on the requisite strangeness bring it on then disappear disappear go to be a man of the boom to florida without the ocean but don t you wanna see how it ends when the door is just starting to open when athabasca depends don t you wanna see how it ends i can hear you but i can t stay here you left me lost in the barrens you left me born on the stairs it s minus 11 inside my kettle i didn t come to get lost in the barrens i didn t come to settle to be a man on the moon to get my little slice of heaven yeah don t you wanna see how it ends when the door is just starting to open and athabasca depends doncha wanna see how it ends don t you wanna see how it ends the door is just starting to open athabasca depends don t you wanna see how it ends yeah don t you wanna see how it ends i m holding the door to the barrens and athabasca depends doncha wanna see how it ends 