| The dogs are letting postmen come and go | |
| The muscle cars are driving way too slow | |
| And everybody's walking on tip-toe | |
| For every yes, a hundred no's | |
| The kind of day when nothing hits the fan | |
| The kind of day when nothing's in demand | |
| The kind of day when music means Chopin | |
| And love is shown by holding hands | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| False sense of security, shown to be a forgery | |
| And everybody's talk is monotone | |
| And everybody's look is monochrome | |
| And everybody's flight has been postponed | |
| The loudest sound's a dial tone. | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| False sense of security, shown to be a forgery | |
| Something's about to break, but is isn't clear (Not enough was going on, oh no) | |
| Is it something we should cheer (Not enough was going on, oh yeah) | |
| Is is something we should fear (No enough was going on, oh yeah) | |
| The ocean doesn't feel like making waves | |
| There's no one that the lifeguard needs to save| | |
| And on one's in the mood for feeling brave | |
| We're well behaved, so well behaved | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune | |
| It's the calm before the storm | |
| False sense of security, shown to be a forgery |