God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure Our pain Yeah pain Yeah I don't believe in magic
I've got my things, I'm good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and it's done We stood like statues at the gate Vacation's come
You see I got this American love Brand new planet in my solar system I kiss her neck but I just can?t look her in the eye You leave for college at the
She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine Every day she begins, she's always one day behind At least when it comes to the mail She sits on the balcony
Should the canyons burn All night long like the 4th of July We won't need an alibi There's gas in the car Hours til sunrise And there's no guarantee That
I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor Of a New York City skyscraper Got the paperwork filled out my friend Can you tell me how this story ends
You see I got this American love A brand new planet in the solar system I kiss her neck but I just can't look her in the eye You leave for college at
I saw her wait, waitng at the bus stop Watching as her tears dropped Like pennies down a well Oh well We can drink until the sun comes up I never let
It started feeling like October I got stranded on the road You know where to find me Anytime you want me Annie Annie use your telescope So they made
I wanna hear some music Now that they're driving us all underground Not the radio music or their satellite singing this In this town, in this town I
She thinks I'm much too thin, she asks me if I'm sick What's a girl to do with friends like this? She lets me drive her car, so I can score an eighth
Keep your eyes on the road on the Glass Passenger He sings for a traveling band. Well I'll be tommorow Is God only knows Seems there's a science in hand
I have, I have you breathing down my neck Breathing down my neck I don't, don't know what you could Possibly expect under this condition So I'll wait
From an empty room on the first floor As the cars pass by the liquor store I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano And it's all that I can do to stay
I've got my things I'm good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and it's done We stood like statues at the gate Vacation's come
Oh my God, this hurts like hell I had that dream again Where I was lost for good in outer space Tell me, doctor, how to shake? A waking nightmare that
And today was a day just like any other I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge Unraveling with every word With every word you say, make me believe That I
These hammers and strings been following me around From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me
