On most days I hear the highway
And you just leaving for work
You wonder but it makes more sense
That it makes no sound at all
And that's the thing
What did you find?
Not enough time
Not enough
In a see-through umbrella
On the roof of the seventeenth floor
You're still a kid to the grown-ups
And you're still a cop to the kids
And that's the thing
You got lost in someone else's dream