There's a home upon the hillside

Up above this cloud of dirt

And the music of the windchime

Has been known to shake the earth.

I'm the woman in the window

Making plans to never leave

In the prison of my building

Trying hard to not be seen

Doing my best to not be seen.

Electrical underworld

Electrical underworld.

Has anybody seen my baby?

Can you tell me how she's been?

The weight has finally lifted

Now we don't have to run again

We don't have to run again, no no...

Hey, coat rider

They don't rattle me

Hey, coat rider

Baby, rattle me

Hey, coat rider

Baby, rattle me

Hey, coat rider

Baby, rattle me

Hey, ghost rider

Baby, rattle me

Hey, ghost rider

Baby, rattle me.