Smoke is catching me
Yellow lights in front of me
It's almost time to leave
And I listen to the way you speak
And I wonder
Do you feel the need to be
Part of a phony stream
I guess that's how you should be
Well at least it's not me
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
Light up another cigarette
I guess this is all above your head
You're a stranger to yourself and you're losing track
A lonley soul searching while your mind is wrecked
And I wonder
Do you feel the need to be
Part of a phony stream
I guess that's how you should be
Well at least it's not me
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
Stuck in our minds
Step over lines
We're stuck in our minds
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you