You'll go and I'll be okay
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time
But it's got rights and so have I.

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves
Under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be a longer time
I feel like I am walking blind
I have no arrival time
There are no legible signs,
There are no legible signs.

I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
It's hard to recreate such an individual gait

You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorry's and thank you's
I don't think you're ever
a hundred percent in the room,
You're not in the room,
You're not in the room

Deepest of the dark nights
here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

You wait your turn in the queue
You say your sorry's and thank you's
I don't think you're ever
a hundred percent in the room,
You're not in the room,
You're not in the room