the snare drum rolls from the
middle school marchin' band
I stare out my window at this
disenchanted promised land
and I can't help but ask
myself those old questions
been reachin since the dawn of time
but are we still stretchin'?
or has the comfort of the routine
become our only lesson
these walls they keep me warm
but is this real progression?
and if it is then why don't I
feel like I've made any progress
sometimes it just feels like we're
losing some kind of contest
we sneak peaks behind the scenes
at the way we're all connected
and the things we seek are seeking us
but we just keep rejecting
just keep leaving paintings in the caves
and keep on pretending
that we're lost and lonely out here
and love is not trancendence
and when I get some free time
I just try reading minds
but if I knew what was good for me
I would focus more on mine
but you better hurry
get dressed and pack your things
the future is coming
and it arrives constantly
got our ears to the tracks
never bothering to see
comin' straight down the line
fueled by possibilities
that big ol' locomotive
just a big ol' cloud of steam
it'll pass right through us,
atleast it passes through me
it comes around quick
so be mindful of the speed
just remember to keep your mind open
and don't forget to breathe
we sneak peeks behind the scenes
at the way it's all connected
and the things we seek are seeking us
but we just can not stop rejecting
we keep leaving these paintings in the caves
and we keep on pretending
that we're lost and lonely out here
and that our love is not trancendent
and when I get some free time
I just try reading minds
but if I really knew what was good for me
I would focus more on mine