I've always wondered
and could not understand
how everyone walks around
like they got a plan
when i see this world
i don't see myself in it
like i'm watching myself
from some other planet
not quite a nightmare
not quite a dream
it's like everything that's going on
so separate from me
don't feel involved
or attached to this place
don't care about running
don't wanna finish the race
watch them go everyday
it's like i'm not even here
week after week
and year after year
not quite a nightmare
not quite a dream
it's like everything that's going on
so separate from me
not quite a nightmare
not quite a dream
it's like everything that's going on
so separate from me
all i see concrete
and all i see is steel
all i see is wasted
that's why i feel what i feel