Out of station through my radio
nothings on
it`s like a joke thats told with out its final line
where`s it going
where had it round
I know
I`m trying
I`m trying to wake up
wake up
and I tell by you way too far
looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade
won`t they ever spin around
foward
they`re trying
they`re trying
and so they do
in the call of a new world
as I climb to the next floor
haven`t we
met before
under brighter skies above
above
and in a way its fine
we`re walking through wind
unfamiliar scenes
we`re choking on it
and we`re shaking hands with someone we dont know now