Из альбома: A Lull in Traffic
Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend
I've got plenty, I'm still learning how to lay down my life for them
Don't want to find yourself alone at thirty-five,
spending half what you make on your car (and hating that drive)
Just crazy, maybe--doesn't mean I'm looking for a cure
I've got stability that scares you,
'cause it's hard to believe when you're so sure
No matter how different you are, you're just like everybody else
No matter how hard you try and fit in, there is no one like you
You will find you spend a good deal of your life, sitting at red lights