sit on a train, reading a book

same damn planet every time i look

try to relax and slow my heartbeat

only works when i’m dead asleep

been thinking and drinking all over the town

must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down

all i am is a body floating down-wind

what’s wrong?

nothing

are you sure nothing’s wrong?

yeah

but you’re sad about something

yeah

so tell me what

i don’t know

i can’t tell you

all i am is a body floating down-wind

as the express train passes the local

it moves by just like a paper boat

although it weighs a million pounds

i swear it almost seems to float

and as we pass by each other

our heads all full of bother

we can’t look, we can’t stop

we can’t think, we can’t stop

because we’re stuck in our own paths

and it’s the way it always lasts

but i need something more from you