Stuck on repeat
Down dead end streets
A cruise controlled
By hollow machines
Long trips through smoking Pines
Still lost, despite what we find
Worn wheels spin out
From here to her, from yours to mine
You just don't get it
So up and quit it
We just won't let it
We gotta live it
We just don't get it
So up and quit it
You just won't let it
You gotta live it
Much closer, dear
Than what appears
As shadows fold
The tunnel inward, tired eyes close
You just don't get it
So up and quit it
We just won't let it
We gotta live it
We just don't get it
We up and quit it
You just won't let it
You gotta live it