Why can't we go looking for alexander's bus again?nI think I would like to spend the nightncity's shining: sunlight pours through 18 floorsnand I think that I might finally start to feel alivengot up, went out, like I could find younjust fell into that field and thenncovered my mouth with 15 fingersnI'm never going home againnnAsleep on the trainnyour hand in my lapnwe'll wake up somewhere we can staynthere's a bird on the ledgenand it's the color of snownalways free to come and free to gonso free to gonnWhy can't we go looking for alexander's bus again?nI remember curling up insidensky's on its side: rainclouds spill the ocean fillsnand I saw every fragment falling into linengot up, went out, like I could find younjust fell into that field and thenncovered my mouth with 15 fingersnI'm never going home againnnGot the car on the roadnwith the map in the trunknI'm fine to drive where this one goesnjust to find a way outnsomewhere easy to breathenthe wind was blowing cold: it was coming for menyeah it's coming for me