You're looking for a way out, I can feel it
Come on, show me where it hurts, maybe I can heal it
Your feelings are your own, now you keep them under lock and key
You've got me driving through the streets for an answer to the mystery
The world's still awake on Charleston Avenue
Outside that vacant starlight motel
I see you
Laughing with your girlfriends
Not a care in the world
Not a burden on your mind
It was a matter of time
There's a panic in this house and it's bound to surface
Just walking through the front door makes me nervous
It's creeping up the floorboards, got me wondering where I stand
I cannot put out the fire, I've got a book of matches in my hand