Smoke is catching me Yellow lights in front of me It's almost time to leave And I listen to the way you speak And I wonder Do you feel the need to be Part of a phony stream I guess that's how you should be Well at least it's not me I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you Light up another cigarette I guess this is all above your head You're a stranger to yourself and you're losing track A lonley soul searching while your mind is wrecked
And I wonder Do you feel the need to be Part of a phony stream I guess that's how you should be Well at least it's not me I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you Stuck in our minds Step over lines We're stuck in our minds I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you I strain my eyes Peering into the gloom I step over the lines they made for you