Warehouse - Dave Matthews Band

So, I’m leaving…

This Warehouse frightens me.

Has me tied up in knots…

Can’t rest for a Moment.

Soon, I’m going…

I’m slippin' slow away

Hoping to find something better…

Than I’ve got inside of here,

And the Warehouse slips away.

Hey reckless mind

Don’t throw away your playful beginnings

You and I Will fumble around in the touches and be sure to…

Leave all the lights on So we can see the black cat changing colors

And who can walk under ladders

And swim as the tide

Turns you around and around

Hey we have found

Becoming one in a million

Slip into the crowd

This question I found in the gap in the sidewalk

Keep all your sights on Hey, the black cat changing colors

And who can walk under ladders

And swim as the tide choose to turn you

And here I sit

Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set

Spot in the middle

Static fade, statistical bit

And soon I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away

But this I admit taste so good

Hard to believe an end to it Smell touch feel

How could this rhythm ever quit

Bags packed on a plane

Hopefully to heaven, yeah

Shut up, I’m thinking

I had a clue now it’s gone forever

Sitting over these bones

You can read in whatever you’re needing to Keep all your sights on Yeah, man, the black cat changing colors

It’s not the colors that matter

But that they’ll all fade away

Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set

Spot in the middle

Static fade, statistical bit

And soon I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away

This I admit

Seems so good

Hard to believe an end to it Warehouse is bare

Nothing at all inside of it The walls and halls have disappeared

They’ve disappeared, yeah…

My love I love to stay here

My love I love to stay here

My love I love to stay here

My love I love to stay here

In a corner was wondering

If a change could be better than this

And then I worry…

Maybe things won’t be better than they have been

Here in the warehouse

At the Warehouse

At the Warehouse

How I love to stay here

At the Warehouse

Every man and woman get alive

That’s our blood down there

Seems poured from the hands of angels

But trickle into the ground

Leaves the Warehouse bare and empty

And my heart’s numbered beat

Still echo in this empty room

And the fear wells in me But nothing seems enough to defend

So I am going away

I am going away

…to the end.