When the Light Comes On - They Might Be Giants

I’ll make a reckless prediction

I’ll still be in the kitchen

When the lights come on

I think we’ll probably be good

If stuff is still where it stood

When the lights come on

We won’t remember each other

But we’ll probably recover

Unless everyone’s gone

It might be too soon to say this

But I think that we may just

See the lights come on

See I’ve been picturing

Diagrams of master plans

I taught myself to draw in the dust

With what remains of my left hand

And from what I can tell

I’ll be no more than a shell

Or an automaton

But we’ll be laughing and shit

It will have been worth it

When the lights come on

Unless we chicken out again

Which is exactly how we ended up in here

Our guard was down, we were disarmed

They tampered with the smoke alarm

There won’t be any more trouble

You’ll be dragged from the rubble

When the lights come on

And I’ll be looking so great

I will have lost some weight

When the lights come on

We will be growing mustaches

Once we’re raised from the ashes

When the lights come on

We’ll be encased in gold

Desiccated and old

When the lights come on

See I’ve been picturing

Diagrams of master plans

I taught myself to draw in the dust

With what remains of my left hand

And from what I can tell

Groping around, there’s something else

I feel a face, I feel a pulse

I think I’m

Tripping

Something’s got me by the hair

Let’s table this discussion

Until my concussion

On the bottom stair

Unless I pass out once again

And find the bandage where my kidney used to be

Knocked over lamp, some broken plates

Prescription pads for opiates