Go for a lunch hour stroll Why should you wind your way through Coca-Cola cabs When you can jump your own shadow on Burnside Avenue? I know you wish you'd stayed home Now for the fourteenth time you are that kid In backseats that blur under an angry moon But the center cannont hold, that you cling to You don't need to look for trouble Trouble will find its way to you But when there's nine thousand neckties in a swarm all around you Lunch-counter girls are always so put on Don't deconstruct the megadome it's inside you Polaroids can't stand up when they're own Ask me again if I can do you a favor As the snow and the window get some business done Your neighbor, who wishes you would stop getting locked out It's all grist for your decay mill So let the backlash begin You would always say gray lightning was your only friend The bleachers are empty the sky is an impossible blue But I don't need to argue anymore So I let you hack away Until you decide you prefer the forest floor But the center cannont hold The center cannont hold You don't need to look for trouble Troble will find its way to you