Nowhere to Hide

Ear to the shell but the sound won't come out
Whose opinion do I have to doubt
All my food's gone bad again
Give me a home where the waves hit the clouds
Show me where the bottles get their name
Turned to pieces, turned to grain
I've been too lost, for many a tide
No one to run from and nowhere to hide

Learn what you must then return the remains
From the small intestine to the brains
All my parts are good again
Give me a home where the lakes hit the cloud
Let our birthday wishes be out loud
What's the hurt in making sense
I've walked on logs with thorns in my side
No one to run from and nowhere to hide

Tell me a story the same every time
Show me where the butchers got their name
Choose to cut against the grain
Break at the seams to show what's inside
No one to run from and nowhere to hide

Nowhere to hide