In midfield I stand alone and raging
Face turned skyward as in prayer
Staring down a sunset slowly fading
Cursing what is neither here nor there
Ultraviolently gesticulating
Protest against the dissolving ozone layer
I don�t think about these things that often
Sometimes you don�t think at all
This is a calling card
I'm calling you out
Don�t let me down
Keep your eyes wide
This is a calling card
I'm calling you up
Don�t let me down
Hold you head high
This is a calling
The Moon shines like a happy yellow death star
As we line up for tides to turn
Great heroes do somersaults in dive bars
And all the torch songs fail to burn
