How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutableThis is such a happening tailpipe of a partyLike sugar, the guests are so refinedA confidence man, but why so beleaguered?He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguerSwinging for the fence, got lucky with a strikeDrilling for fear makes the job simpleBorn on third, thinks he got a tripleBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its wayI remember when you sangThat song about todayNow it's tomorrow andEverything has changedA think tank of aloof multiplicationA nicotine wish and a columbus decanterRetrenchment and hoggishnessThe aristocrat choir sings"What's the ruckus?"The haves have not a clueThe immenseness of sufferingAnd the odd negotiation, a rarityWith onion-skin plausibility of lifeAnd a keyboard reaffirmationBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its wayI remember when you sangThat song about todayNow it's tomorrow andEverything has changed.