There’s a constant ringing in your ear that keeps you up at night,
Like an alarm clock going off for hours, or the nagging thought of eating right,
You get out of bed at 3 AM to swallow pills of Vicodin,
And now your only thought, is that I used to see better in the dark,
I thought I used to see better in the dark

So dream of small towns, and the sound of a train in the night,
The whistle calls out, the distance makes it a lullaby,
You wear the crown now, this city’s nothing but bragging rights,
So close your eyes tight and feel the rattle, feel the rattle

And if you faked your death, drove your car off a bridge and left,
You could go to Indiana or Mobile, Alabama while you’ve still got some good years left,
And if you wanted to learn how to farm, there’s nothing stopping you,
From living off the land, oh, from living off the land, oh,
The Earth and the attitude

Until they take you away,
You’ve got responsibilities, there’s no time to be at ease,
You better craft your retirement plan,
Until you snap like a rubber band

So dream of small towns, and the sound of a train in the night,
Keep drinking coffee to keep your body in overdrive,
And grind your teeth down until there’s nothing left of the whites,
Just close your eyes tight and feel the rattle, feel the rattle, oh feel the rattle

Feel the rattle, feel the rattle, hey Seattle, feel the rattle