Now that the 'K' is in place Where the 'C' used to be It seems that I'm ceasing to be In the season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and withering Like in the season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you'll never want to turn it off anymore And now it's on, now it's on
Now that the lake's in place Where the dead sea used to be It seems that I'm ceasing to be In the season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and withering Like in the season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you'll never want to turn it off anymore And now it's on, and now it's on And now it's on, now it's on Now it's on, now it's on
Should never have left the crystal lake For parties full of folks who flake Italian leather winter games Retired by the duraflames The crystal lake it only laughs It knows you're just a modern man It's shining like a chandelier Shining somewhere far away from here
I've gotta get out of here And find my way again I've lost my way again
Should never have left the crystal lake For areas where trees are fake And dogs are dead with broken Hearts, collapsing by the coffee carts The crystal lake it only laughs It knows you're just a modern man It's shining like a chandelier Shining somewhere far away from here
I've gotta get out of here And find my way again I've lost my way again