Go for a lunch hour stroll
Why should you wind your
Way through Coca-Cola cabs
When you can jum your own
Shadow on Burnside Avenue?
I know you wish you'd stayed home
Now for the fourteenth time
You are that kid
In backseats that blur
Under an angry moon

But the center cannot hold
That you cling to
You don't need to look for trouble
Trouble will find its way to you

But when there's nine thousand
Neckties in a swarm all around you
Lunch-counter girls are always so put on
Don't deconstruct the
Megadome it's inside you
The polaroids can't stand up when they're own
Ask me again if I can do you a favor
As the snow and the window
Get some business done
Your neighbor, who wishes you
Would stop getting locked out
It's all, it's all grist
For your decay mill

So let the backlash begin
You would always say gray
Lighting was your only friend
The bleachers are empty
They sky is an impossible blue
But I don't need to argue anymore
So I let you hack away
Before you decide you prefer
The forest floor

But the center cannot hold
The center cannot hold
You don't need to look for trouble
Trouble will find its way to you