What Else Might This Awakening World Contain?

Sleepwalking bus stop afternoon
Interim sunshine, into the gloom
Slippery solace, counting the time
Numb by the numbers, falling behind

Where will you run to?
What do you wanna find anyway?
How can we make this endless dream turn into day?

Nowhere is good enough for me
Could be worthless, could be free, and who knows the difference?
The promise of the streets, the weight of the week
You must be sick to be leaving
Nowhere is where I've got to be

Stop in the water, break up the game
(Cannot swim and cannot see)
Old wallet pictures staying the same
(Caught in amber perfectly)
Empty interior for all of your friends
(Same without and same within)
Not gonna step in this stream again
(Reaching out for Dorian)

What will you run on?
And what are you running from anyway?
Would you just let them throw your life away?

America, you can sing of me
A ballad without a melody and fully electric
A poem written in prose, these stores never close
The signs stretch up to the heavens
Hear the skyway singing

Vacancy need not apply
Welcome to your modern life
Twilight towns, yellow and pink
No campground, nowhere to sleep

Nowhere is good enough for me
Could be worthless, could be free, and who knows the difference?
It's made up in my mind, leave my shadow behind
There won't be any more winter
Nowhere is where I've got to be
(Everywhere's all the same to me)
Nowhere is where I've got to be
(Empty as far as I can see)
Nowhere is where I've got to be
(No one to know, no one to be)
Nowhere is where I've got to



Credits
Writer(s): Reid Libby
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