Said I'd do better next time around Soon as I make it to Morgantown I'll get ahead of this avalanche Can you hear the sound I know I promise each time I write Slightly more eloquent each time And standing under a new spotlight But the light is turned way down, now I'm a cloud, I'm a motor bike A college girl with no coat at night I think I know her but can't place a face As my window floats by I guess I place too much emphasis On things so small they barely exist Today a ball, a paper clip And I am Sisyphus, again It's over, evening's empire has returned into sand I thought suffering would make me a real man But my soul is made of motion and my clock is made of stone And I'm not a man, and I can never be a man We woke up early, we had to leave Deejay shift in the cold morning Played Bon Iver and some other things Sounding just like ash trees It's a joke, it's a pa**ing thought Life is short but the day is long Lifted the tune from another song So no matter what I say it will sound wrong and I'll get caught Out on the street I grit my teeth trying to sob Nothing comes on so I sit down and rest my head upon my knees And it feels soft, but it's not where I belong I never speak your name, I never write it down When I hear it I feel weaker from the sound I never speak your name but I am speaking to you now So turn around please, turn around