You know what makes me happy The things that make you sad The feel that my control's absorbed by the radio jack I found my indecision The product of the media grime The feel that I'll control her if you press rewind And now I'm on the waves Hoping that you'll hear Don't bother to respond You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down I love your eyes Close, close, yeah close the light The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero The classic i can feel is that of a memory And you are peering down through periscopic eyes Close, close, yeah close (conscience) I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played