Cram's Imperial

Staring at half a globe, counting all the places I haven't been
I'm feeling so lazy these days, but I've got chlorine on my skin
They say I'll get away some day, but I can't define the meaning of the word
Repetition takes its toll and come to find we're worn and tattered

Writing a chorus and a verse seems so mundane
Because when today is over the next is not the same

I've yet to see your face during these summer days
The sun is out for much too long, leaving us in a haze
I'm still settling down, you see, there are bags still unpacked
Drowning in a sea of memories and the trinkets turned to trash

Writing a chorus and a verse seems so mundane
Because when today is over the next is not the same
No matter how hard we try we cannot bring them back
The feelings of forgotten days that we now seem to lack

There are sheets on the line, drying in the breeze
Who do they belong to if they don't belong to me
On the road in the middle of the night when the traffic lights flash red
The world is sleeping sound, but I am awake in my bed