In the air, hanging there, nothing else can be done. Lost at sea, you and me, living under a dying sun. I completely agree with what you just said to me, from the passenger seat, you should find who you are, before you get in your car, to go to school to make your parents pleased.
Change the track, I wanna go back, I heard how it went before. But you sit there, and I sit here, so maybe there is something more. I completely agree with how you just looked at me from the passenger seat. With your head on the rest and my brain in the past, no matter how I look I am pleased (?)
But this one caught me completely off of my guard man, you get me high and then invite me to the ocean, 500 miles in any direction from land, you leave me stranded here and I cant say that I understand. Ohh
So I just stop connecting dots, its best to leave it alone, the passenger waits and I hear him say, Hey, how do we get home? Hey, how do we get home? Hey, how do we get home?
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