Life in Transit
This plane it's like a building
Heading for the dark outside
All the passengers on board are
Leaving for much rarer climbs
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
Woman there clad in blue silver
Flowing down blue silver hair
Body by a great big window
But her mind's somewhere back there
And I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
Man and child too full to sit still
Hologram display the news
Fighting on the outer moons for
Something that good people use
Packet of celestial candy
Pick until my stomach hurts
Read a line said "Progress Cures Us"
But I don't know keep feeling worse
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house and a plan
Life in Transit
Last call for leaving
Last call for all those days
Last call for leaving
Last call for all those days
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house and a plan
Life in Transit
Oh seventeen times
Heading for the dark outside
All the passengers on board are
Leaving for much rarer climbs
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
Woman there clad in blue silver
Flowing down blue silver hair
Body by a great big window
But her mind's somewhere back there
And I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
Man and child too full to sit still
Hologram display the news
Fighting on the outer moons for
Something that good people use
Packet of celestial candy
Pick until my stomach hurts
Read a line said "Progress Cures Us"
But I don't know keep feeling worse
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house with my own two hands
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house and a plan
Life in Transit
Last call for leaving
Last call for all those days
Last call for leaving
Last call for all those days
I hate good signals
I hate good times
I put the bad news back
What a road to ride
And I should be better
I blame the man
I made a little house and a plan
Life in Transit
Oh seventeen times
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Writer(s): Simon Lynch, John Howard Oakley, Brian Patrick Kelly
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