Hardened faces, no expression
A life's worth of ephemera
Well you don't get the impression
You can't trust the camera

Presence of mind
Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future

When we saw that play about past lives
I can't remember the name of it
Walked in Times Square out past midnight
Back when it was more dangerous

Caught in space
Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were

On a clear day you can see almost forever

In the plate glass, my reflection
Seems something is missing
And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside
Of a television

Burned on the screen
The light-up American Dream
just not the one I thought I found

Can't shake this feeling
that I've seen this all somewhere before
Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for
There's a time and a place
I know, I just never found it then
But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again

On a clear day you can see almost forever