Warehouse - Live at Continental Airlines Arena, East Rutherford, NJ - September 1999

Hey, reckless mind
 Don't throw away your playful beginnings
 You and I will fumble around
 In the touches and be sure to
 Leave all the lights on
 When the black cat changing colors
 And we can walk under ladders
 And swim as the tide turns you around and around
 Hey, we have found
 Becoming one in a million
 Slip in- into the crowd
 This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk
 Keep all your sights on, hey, yeah
 The black cat changing colors
 And you can walk under ladders
 And swim as the tide turns you 'round
 Life goes on, end of tunnel, T.V. set
 Spot in the middle
 Static fade, statistical bit
 Soon, I'll fade away, I'll fade away
 This I admit
 Seems so good, hard to believe an end to it
 Smell, touch, feel
 How could this rhythm ever quit?
 Bags packed on a plane
 Hopefully to Heaven, yeah
 Shut up, I'm thinking
 I had a clue, now, it's gone forever
 Sitting over these bones
 You can read in whatever you're needing to
 Keep all your sights on
 Yeah, man, the black cat changing colors
 When it's not the colors that matter
 But that they'll all fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Life goes on, end of tunnel, T.V. set
 Spot in the middle
 Static fade, statistical bit
 Soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away
 But, this I admit
 Seems so good
 Hard to believe an end to it
 Warehouse is bare
 Nothing at all inside of it
 The walls and halls have disappeared, they've disappeared
 My love, I love to stay here
 My love, I love to stay here
 My love, I love to stay here
 My love, I love to stay here
 Just assumed going while I can
 And things could be better than this
 I don't worry
 Many changes have coming and they will come again and
 Here in the warehouse
 The warehouse (The wa-)
 The warehouse (The wa)
 The warehouse, so here in the-
 In the warehouse
 How I love to stay here
 At the warehouse
 Um, time is wuling
 The warehouse
 How I love to stay here at the
 Warehouse
 Every man an-
 That's our blood down there
 Seems poured from the hands of angels
 Then trickle into the ground
 Leaves the warehouse bare and empty
 Then my heart's numbered beat
 Still echo in this empty room
 And fear wells in me
 But nothing seems enough to go
 So I am going away, I am going away