I'm daydreaming as I commute to my compensating trade
I'm replacing the roads with ice
so I can slip away from this dotted line
We're drawn with precision between segments of our time line
Our great depression was caused by repressing needs

There's something concerning
about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed
never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes

Passerby please stay with me a little longer

Do my eyes still read like chapters unread?
Or am I approaching my epilogue
quickly, concluding my myth?

There's something concerning
about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others rest
softly in bed never questioning routes

There's something concerning
about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others
rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes

Passerby please stay with me a little longer