Out of station through my radio
Nothings on
It's like a joke that's told with out it's final line
Where's it going
Where had it round
I know
I'm trying
I'm trying to wake up
Wake up
And I tell by you way too far
Looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade
Would they ever spin around
Foward
They're trying
They're trying
And so they do
In the call of a new world
As I climb to the next floor
Haven't we
Met before
Under brighter skies above
Above
Anyway it's fine
We're walking through wind
Unfamiliar scenes
We're choking on it
And we're shaking hands with someone we don't know now
Wake up
Wake up
