Out of station through my radio

nothings on

it's like a joke thats told with out its final line

where's it going

where had it round



I know

I'm trying

I'm trying to wake up

wake up



and I tell by you way too far

looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade

won't they ever spin around

foward

they're trying

they're trying

and so they do



in the call of a new world

as I climb to the next floor

haven't we

met before

under brighter skies above

above



and in a way its fine

we're walking through wind

unfamiliar scenes

we're choking on it

and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now



wake up

wake up