somewhere in upstate new york

I watch the cars roll by

Headlights on

They drive on by, reeeaaal slow

My friends they play guitar

Chewing on strips, they strip the pain

I get excited, then cannot fight the nausea

The panels on the walls get torn off

Reeaal slow

They're all just trying to figure it out

We're all just trying to figure it out

And sometimes it goes

Reaal slow

Reflections of clouds dance off

A somewhat still lake

Windows reflect future doors and

Like a handful of sand, I've seemed to slip

Into very tight spaces

I fall through the cracks fast

They bring comfort but seem to lack

True sincerity

It all leads back to the same path

The beat we keep takes us to the same chorus

Our tongues drip the keys to our heads

But I think we lost the maps

To the locks