I lost my ticket again Stuck in the lining of my bag With seams that seem to rip And thread together all the things That I never needed: Lipstick and receipts And calling cards to call home I wish that I could stay right on the beat; Replace my heart with a drum machine So I can sing and not think I take my seat next to a man; He checks his watch And looks then looks away The turn signal clicks like a metronome I can never follow those I'm always a little bit ahead I wish that I could stay right on the beat; Replace my heart with a drum machine So I could sing and not thinking about anything Replace my mind with a battery So I can run without caffeine I can't live my life on coffee