The world was smoking cigarettes when the ice broke on the pond
I thought I’d stare into the crack, but I must have stared too long
God sure loves a flounderer
He has many of them I’m sure
It may be a spiritual disease, but what’s the cure?

Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
Is it true what I hear that you’re gone?
That as soon as love grows wings it’s flown?
Bring the car around
I’ll pull the baggage from the trunk
And I’ll haul all these old memories to the dump
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark

I built all these sandcastles like waves just don’t exist
It’s as if you wrote my whole damn life and me I wrote you this
I’ll move somewhere so far out there where they don’t even have a store
It may be a spiritual disease, but what’s the cure?

Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark
Is it true what I hear that you’re gone?
That as soon as love grows wings it’s flown?
Bring the car around
I’ll pull the baggage from the trunk
And I’ll haul all these old memories to the dump
Hold your head
Hold your heart
Don’t fall dead in the dark