i'm bored, you're boarding the 504 out of town

it's late, so look straight, don't pull your eyes off the ground

you sit and wait across the gate, the minutes stretch themselves so long

you'll never be my destiny, because my destination's wrong



right coast, left coast

drifting round and round

i'm lost, always, and i know i can't be found



who made these customs i can't seem to get past?

it's no use, since you've been born into a higher class

when i want you, and only you, somehow your baggage comes along

and it never stops, no, it never stops, until i'm back where i belong



right coast, wrong coast

drifting round and round

i'm lost, always, and i know i can't be found



you can't see me across this great divide

i'm lost, always, if i'm not right by your side



back where i belong

back where i belong