I stay up late on the fire escape
Looking for higher ground
The Powers that Be are digging black holes
Tearing my rainbows down
The place where I live is full of store-bought men
Sad-eyed girls, alone
Becomes real clear the longer I’m here
This house is not my home

Strange times, Hotel Earth
Sun going down, light’s getting worse
Strange times in every room
I raise my glass to the rebel moon

On every floor the TVs blaze
Turning passion into stone
I’m holding out at the top of the stairs
Destination … unknown
The halls are full of hollow men
Telling me what to feel
Follow their plan I become another man
Asleep behind the wheel

Strange times, Hotel Earth
Sun going down, light getting worse
Strange times in the land of the free
I raise my glass to those who see

Morning breaks and I’m still awake
Listening to Spirit Winds cry
The sun rises up, a cathedral of fire
Explodes across the oil slick skies
The dreamless men have taken my land
Built this house of pain
And I’ll fight them with every breath I take
Until it’s home again

Strange times, Hotel Earth
Sun going down, light’s getting worse
Strange times and growing cold
I raise my glass to the last free souls