[Verse 1]
It's seven o' clock on the old road
The ground is cold to a basketball folding chair, and it's so nice to be back for a moment
[Verse 2]
And days I remember are silk screened in black and grey...
A stale cardboard memory, and it's only in the frame for a moment
[Chorus]
And all these crowded sidewalks
And all these see you soon times, when we lose times
And all these answers in search of better questions show me
It was always on the highway
[Verse 3]
And now it is still on a weeknight...
An audio blip when there's something about cubicles
And there always is a place to go
[Verse 4]
The endless lengths of a concrete amusement park...
A reminder that we're all a part of a snapshot, in a singular moment
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 5]
So, still it is not what I'm sure of, and sure it's the same, but it's hard to imagine how
Yeah, I know it only happens again
[Verse 6]
A secular altar embedded in grocery lines, wading just inches from time
When it pa**es, I'll be there in the moment
[Repeat Chorus]
[Coda]
Since somewhere we're the playing the same game with radio silence, in modern day pyramids