Bust through the front door, feet on the first floor
I'll check my compass for the first time today
Smokes on the back porch
We're facing true north, illuminated while our debt's getting paid
Second verse, different from the first

Hold music dial tones, cellular telephones, no pity parties for the rest of our lives
It's such a lonely sound
I need to calm down
We're on a mission to restart and revive