I lost my notebook on the highway that leads to Broadway Junction
I don't think I'll ever see those words again
And I find it slightly disappointing you were no more than a delusion
But no matter how it ends
You'll just be staring glassy-eyed at the clock
At 9 am
Not ready for another day to begin
I board express trains that skip my stop in both directions
I made love to the hive mind of the forest and in it I found a friend
And I discovered the only demons were inside my head
But no matter how it ends
You'll just be staring glassy-eyed at the clock
At 9 am
Not ready for another day to begin
And no matter how it ends
I'll just be
Staring