Twilight Zone Songtext
von John Cale

Hanging with dictators in the south of France
Checking shipments to Le Monde Arab
Obsession with details, precision with terms
Remember, you′re speaking from the Twilight zone

Your reputation precedes you, now you're getting bored
No longer into the story of the antique road
The milk of human kindness has curdled in your cup
You see me staring at it and tell me "shut up"

Chaucer was to Canterbury what you were to the zone
Instead of trying to solve it, you left it alone
A hangout you could call home


Now you′re out, things aren't going to be the same
Now you're out, you′re out of the Twilight Zone

You′re feeling unreliable, you don't like the same things
Manifestly different from where you chose to begin
The turnaround is brilliant, the execution sublime
You found a way to move on, leaving nothing behind

Now you′re out, things aren't going to be the same
Now you′re out, you're out of the Twilight Zone
Now you′re out, things aren't going to be the same
Now you're out, you′re out of the Twilight Zone

Now you′re out, things aren't going to be the same
Now you′re out, you're out of the Twilight Zone
Now you′re out, things aren't going to be the same