I am, a back door man Well the, men don't know, but little girls understand Well the, men don't know, but the little girls understand When everybody's tryin' to sleep I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow

I'm sorry Cassandra Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood Now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would Listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights Nobody knew how to fight And we were caught in our sleep Sorry Cassandra I

We built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands