Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank I put my hands against the tree line I know it's real but it still feels fake The last thing I remember from that world Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow
Oh what a life we give Toward obsessions and curled toes And the death line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost As I go down this road of the bored and boring
No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked So I bummed my roommate's helmet And keep a tight grip on my bike lock Take the side streets, keep my eyes closed Oh, it only takes a second to pass
I've had some really nice people Say some really smart things to me I've had really nice people Bummer out here in this bed next to me
So I sing my life in circles Through these outrages and I Have had some really nice people Have to tell me goodbye So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and let it fly and try to stay positive.