Open up the sky today; swallow clouds and birds and planes. On a late October night we'll stay, and watch the world get sucked away.

Turn back time, it's not too late. I want to learn what makes you feel you've lost your fate; so hit the road, and show me everything you know.

I'm holding on; I'm falling down; I'm on my own; I'm so alone. I'm trying hard to figure out who's going down. (Donnie, where'd you go?)

There's got to be a better way. I'll take away your therapist; so open up the sky today, and show me everything.