One day I’m going to leave this citynAnd you can follow me.nFind the places without city lightsnWherever that be.nnYou tell me we’re living half asleep,nLoving in and out of a dream.nIf our past is the cloth,nour future’s the seam.nnAm I reaching you?nWe’re growing so very fast.nAre you reaching me?nWith everyone as their own broadcast.nnOne day you’re going to leave this shell andnWander in and out of the day.nA ghost of forgotten guilt and forgotten pain.nIt’s what the lonely say.nnYou tell me we’re living the life of the meeknBuying into clouds of steam.nIf our ego’s the cloth,nOur folly’s the seam.