It's the same old story, gods and man
Find you up, down, under and over again
And I can count on you like a blind man can count on a sword
Yes, you seem to defy space and time
But I know your secret, you're just watching
And I'm stranded in the land of 44
And like a little baby lizard crawling the wall
A million little footsteps gets me nowhere at all
When you're the wind that slams the window
And pandora that opens the…door
If I sat down here defeated, would you tell me I can't hack?
And if I said I'd walk a while, would you try to turn me back?
Or leave me stranded in the land of 44
Everywhere I go, you're there laughing at me
You clever son of a gun
Fled you halfway around the god damn world
But there's nowhere to hide, and there ain't nowhere to run
I say this, I say that—innuendo and rumour
It's a good thing I think you've got a sense of humour
That's assuming you could even do a thing to even that score
Well you can't uncount a number, and you can't unring a bell
But you can walk it deep down to the steep gates of hell
When you're stranded in the land of 44
Everywhere I go you're there laughing at me
You clever son of a gun
Fled you halfway around the god damn world
But there's nowhere to hide, and baby there ain't nowhere to run
Are you good? Are you bad? I was never quite clear
But you've saved my skin time and again, and it seems no different here
When I catch you in the window of that Sunshine convenience store
Oh, it's the same old story, right to its nuclear core
Gods to man, like waves to shore
But at least I'm not stranded anymore…
Stranded
Stranded
Stranded… in the land of 44