The air swells up above a misty street
And each headlight makes it harder to see
I've got so much time to think
But will it amount to anything?
Living in the past because it's already built
Oh, I try so hard to live
But it gets so hard to even give a shit
Every turn, every turn is a memory with no use for it
Silence soon expands and the town turns in
I got so much time to think
But will it amount to anything?
Stay inside to regulate the heat
Oh, I try so hard to live
But it gets so hard to even give a shit
Every turn, every turn is a memory with no use for it