Blister In The Air Songtext

I can feel a blister in the air, so baby take me home, you know I don't like being out here when it's like this, no.
Well, if you wanna go, I won't let nothing hold me, for I'd rather be sitting across the table from nobody tonight.

You ain't missing a thing, save for watching me live like a shut-in, when the furnace goes on, the heat flutters the curtain and I'm hurtin', in the plainest way you can imagine my day to day, and all night long.

Well, just above the tree line is where my heart's been hanging all the time, and if I seem unhappy standing at the sink staring out at the yard, I'm dreaming I'm out on a balcony listening to the twinkling of the palm tree leaves, with a clear view of the Hollywood sign at twilight, knowing things are going on far greater than me.

You ain't missing a thing, save for watching me live like a shut-in, when the furnace goes on, the heat flutters the curtain and I'm hurtin', in the plainest way you can imagine my day to day, and all night long.

Well, I only come here as often as I do, 'cause I can come here alone, and stroll the strip without people thinking, "My oh my, I wonder where he's going wrong."