Saturday Looks Good To Me - Caught lyrics

Some things are meant to be Smokestacks stick up out of factories Like graves in the cemetery Everything seems slow to me But I know it all eventually gets up to speed Call in sick today And drive your car across the things we used to say Misplace the secret words we used to hide away Don't sleep in the abandoned lot You never know which doors still have locks Don't get caught I almost forgot the ways that we'd get lost The ways that we'd get stopped The way that we got caught