Sleight of Hand - Live

Routine was the theme
He'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform
Something he hadn't imagined being
As the merging traffic passed

He found himself staring down
At his own hands
Not remembering the change
Not recalling the plan
Was it?

He was okay
But wondering
About wandering
Was it age?
By consequence?
Or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall
Trapped on a road he fuckin' knew by heart
It was like a book he read in his sleep
Endlessly

Sometimes he hid in his radio
Watching while others pull into their homes
While he was drifting

On a line
To himself
He waves goodbye
To himself
Oh, outside the line
As dirt turned to sand
As if moved by sleight of hand

And when he reached the shore of his clip-on world
He resurfaced to the norm
Organized his few things, his coat and keys
Any new realizations would have to wait
'Til he had more time, more time

A time to dream
To himself
He waves goodbye
To himself
I'll see you on the other side
Oh, another man moved by sleight of hand