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.