Hanging with dictators in the south of France Checking shipments to le Monde Arabe Obsession with detail precision with terms Remember you're speaking from the TZ 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 to 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 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 of the Twilight Zone