If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win
A bird's eye view of a burning bridge
You come through ghost towns set on pause
Hoping the risk was worth the cost

Whoa
Sound off the false alarm
Whoa

But I'll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal
From what I lack and require
And gather what's left unaccompanied

It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back

If you could spare me 40 winks
While you cried wolf and I count sheep
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests
With backbones like a jellyfish

Whoa
Stomp on your land again
Whoa

But I'll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal
From what I lack and require
And gather what's left unaccompanied

It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win
A ringside seat at the main event

Whoa
Stomp on your land again
Whoa

It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back

It smells like disaster
Take all as a smell???
Let go by the wayside
I'll never look back