[Verse 1]
Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined being
As the merging traffic pa**ed
He found himself staring down
At his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recalling the plan
Was it?
[Chorus]
He was okay
But wondering
About wandering
Was it age?
By consequence?
Or was he moved sleight of hand?
[Verse 2]
Mondays were made to fall
Lost on a road he knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep, endlessly
Sometimes he hid in his radio
Watching others pull into their homes
While he was drifting
[Chorus]
On a line
Of his own
Off the line
Off the side
By the by
As dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand
[Verse 3]
When he reached the shore of his clip-on world
He resurfaced to the norm
Organized his few things, his coat and keys
Any new realizations would have to wait
Till he had more time
More time
[Chorus]
A time to dream
To himself
He waves goodbye
To himself
I'll see you on the other side
Another man moved by sleight of hand