I was a kid Staring at the telephone lines As we drove by them The trees were gone Burned down in the night I guess There was nothing left out there Your voice of ash whispers from the car stereo When I breathe I choke I don't know, I don't know Here I sit in darkness Waiting for what's out there Here I sit in darkness Waiting for what's out there I don't know what's out there, out there I don't know what's out there, out there I don't know what's out there, out there Elliott, what have you done to us? Elliott, what have you done?