Air conditioner

Say we're bored and disaffected

Well I wonder how we got that way

I can't see the silver lining

Can't even see the sun

Beneath the skies of grey

Hearing voices inside my head

You sing commercials when you walk along

Think of what you're really saying

Now you pour your heart out in their song . . .

But I guess my way is good

Well it's the way I know

Hearing things you'll never hear

And if you did, you wouldn't listen anyway

And I know it's hard

Well I know it's hard

I know it's hard for you to understand

I know, I know . . .

Maybe tomorrow we'll find a way