The suns coming up, you never stopped to sleep
Seven hour straight line, there's nothing there to see
I waited nine long months, you're still not coming down
The stateline's always open, you just can not find the time
Live life, on auto
Merge up ahead
Consume as little, as possible
Get as far, as you can
You're all grown up, there's nothing left to be
Still look from a stranger, play questions with my dear
On the frontier, of the first world
Left begging, for a second
It's a little, less human
More supply and demand
Not satisfied, nor still, demanding more
Something more
You can talk shit, at a party
When the conversation's light
He's a million dollar apartment, she's a hundred dollar drink
We speak, in common tongues.
Of values we relate
You're night out with friends, amounts to tips on, the table.
Please, don't let me in (this is not my business)
The national character's on trial
You can tust in fear, in the modern world
Everyone's hopes pinned on, everyone else
The national characters grows bold