Morning rush, kicking up the dust, 7.25 Central town, a strangely parade
Marching through the blue day, I live in a big machine, feels like forever in a dream
Hands up, pressed against the glass, watch the world move past
Payment plan, you want us to the man, leave good can
I lie around, waiting for a sound, I now?
I live big feels like forever a
Hands against the watch world move past
what if you’re the the
what you it’s hands of suit through the
machine, feels like a
Hands on the