I can't relaxnDon't lay on these tracksnI'm too concerned that if I turn my backnI'll disappearnnCause if I can't see younYou can't see menI know it's kid stuffnBut that's what I fearnnAnd it never ends,nYeah that's how it feelsnThe engine bears down as fast as I pinnThe sleepers to steelnnAnd the track only endsnWhen the engine descendsnAnd our bones become memoriesnGreasing the wheelsnnBut I can feel a stir in my heartnMakes me think of high schoolnI couldn't tell if I was ever really getting bynAnd I was always waiting nFor something real to startnnAnd I saw the fence and the gate was crushednRoots break through and cracked bricks in gardensnWe outgrewnnAnd if you won't hear menThen I won't hear younI know it's kid stuffnBut that's what I'll donnBut I can feel a stir in my heartnMakes me think of high schoolnI couldn't tell if I was ever really getting bynAnd I was always waitingnYeah, I was always waiting nFor something real to startnnI can't relaxnDon't lay on these tracksnI'm too concerned that if I turn my backnI'll disappearnnCause if I can't see younYou can't see menI know it's kid stuffnBut that's what I fearnnAnd if I can't see younYou can't see menI know it's kid stuffnBut that's what I fear...