Parade your way through Detroit detours
Tour along the lake
But la la la love is like that,
Head for heartlands,
Hang around the bowels
They say that all the snow is melting
Into Motor City mud
And every dirty tire is turning
All the sidewalks into sludge
But you're not walking,
You are driving home
Home
If the music hurts your ears then
Maybe turn it off
But if the music helps you hear then
Blow the speakers off
You say that all your thoughts are turning
Into patterns you don't want to live
I don't think it's the thoughts you're thinking,
It's the answers that you choose to give
But here's an answer
You should scamper home
They say that all the snow is turning
Into Motor City mud
But I think it's a way to call us
To the people that we love