This Old World

It's too hot to sleep at night

Don't seem to dream anymore

I'm worried about what this old world's got in store

Aren't you worried about what this old worlds got in store?

No time for singing songs

No time to shake to the two and four

I've got voices in my head that I can't ignore

They're telling me to worry about what this old world's got in store

And I'm afraid of my TV

I don't turn on my radio

I ain't been outside in a month or so

Can you feel the temperature rising?

Or am I going crazy from the heat?

I'm watching through my window

For strangers on my street

Well I'm watching out for strangers on my street

I clap in time with calamity

I let go of what I used to be

Stone faced and hardened to the core

I'm worried about what this old world's got in store

Aren't you worried about what this old worlds got in store?