Crept up on me just like yesterday
In the traffic at the light not creeping
But running to important places to see important faces
I'm just not there
I don't know where I'm going next
But I hope to hell it's not so blank and grey
Suited in old fluorescent lights
I want to be able to dream at night
Can't feel pierced when I look at the stars
When we're glued to a screen and we don't see far
I know it's easy to lose that meaning
Just give me a tank of gas
Some good conversation
A blown out speaker
I'll take you to the train station
We can talk about tomorrow when we're younger