Land of 44

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