Tempest - John Grant

In the halls and in the churches

They were preening on their lofty perches

And holes in their conspiracies

And they were looking right at me

Come play Tempest with me

Or maybe Millipede

We can while away the hours

Away from the hordes

I’ve almost reached the yellow boards

I hear the doors of institutions

Opening and slamming shut

They were desperate for solutions

They were drowning in their elocutions

Come play Tempest with me

Or maybe Centipede

We can hang out in the mall

It’s where I feel at home

And I don’t want to be alone

Come play Tempest with me

Or maybe Centipede

We can hang out in the mall

Away from the hordes

I’ve almost reached those nasty green boards