I'm a breather mail receiver
And I don't know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand
And it's not the earth beneath me
It's just the concept of the land
And I'm standing on the corner
When the buildings they all fell
If you blink once you're a goner
Everything just goes pell-mell
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell
I'm a breather mail receiver
Bottomfeeder just getting by
And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
In a cartoon desert landscape
With a pair of ACME jet skates
Focused on my destination
I seem to have forgot my station
Now it's time to face the nation
And I'm riding to meet you
On a brown gray speckled mare
But there's something that unnerves me
Like I'm riding on thin air
These few doubts desserve me
Thinking no one really cares
And I'm jumping over fences
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
On the concept of the horse
Not even good for kindling
When the buildings they all fell
And you know it's all just par for the course
But you blame it on some non-existent force
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse