Condemned to be forever unable
To give this stupid thing the time that it deserves
I heard a proud few when the windows were gone
All singing the same time to separate songs
Bathed in blue fabric ablaze in the western sky
Nine arms-length airport arrival snapshots
You said you worry about me leaving
Well, I fear I'm already gone
Flat tire in the rain on a late last-call train
You said you're sympathetic to some mumbled movement
All singing the same time to separate songs
All singing the same time to separate songs
All singing the same time to separate songs
All singing the same time to separate songs
Imagine that focus in real life
Imagine going outside
Imagine not waiting for something to come along
Imagine that focus in real life
Imagine going outside
To hear the sweet sound of separate songs
Your forehead up against the frozen subway gla**
The neon "next stop" light blinks "maybe next year"