Up a little past dawn no more sleep. Our eyes still heavy, but we're not alone. We're not alone. As we're driving to work the proof's on the highway: the traffic's screaming out "we're not alone; no, we're not alone." And every brake-signal's a symbol that comes crashing down on our dreams: we're not going anywhere but we've taken to the streets to try to give our lives meaning. And everything I've learned I've learned from the horizon: he stumbles, he tries to stay bright, but he always falls-- and I follow suit. But tonight I've got some people who will make things better. When I'm with them I see like the sun for just a short time-- with my eyes shining bright. But tomorrow it all starts again, when we're back to our day-to-day lives. But life's just a temporal moment, so let's make it worthwhile. And some see their careers shining like a medal they put on display, but don't worry if you don't fit in with them, I think I feel the same. Because it's our time spent that means anything to me. And I don't care if I die and don't leave a legacy. As long as I got to enjoy this wonderful life you all help me lead. So let's shut the door on Hubris tonight. Let's just smile and sing.

You told me in confidence, like it were a conspiracy that the clock has got you chained down; but you stay up late anyway, defiantly standing your ground. You examine your coffee. You use it as a shield to protect you from the violent blows that come with over-exhaustion; that come with a job you despise; that come with an alarm like a bad friend, who, when you need him the most, is never on your side. And we sit around thinking with all these years, with all these protest songs there's got to be a better way. But at least we're working for something, at least some inspiration we scribble on the page before our imagination dries up like the ink in these ballpoint pens. And we try to find a metaphor, or just write it straight like it is -- we just need a fucking outlet. We can't keep it pent up like this, no; we can't keep it pent up like this. Because sometimes we get so caught up in the world we can't find our way out of this dirge. Surrounded by gray clouds, we're letting monotony take us down. But we've just got to try our best to shine bright enough to lead us home again. And we can sing out loud, like drunken sailors shouting proud: "we've always got our sea-legs and we're not gonna fall down." And sometimes our diplomas feel like just decoration on some white wall; and if you don't got one they say you're useless, but don't ever listen to that. Don't ever fucking listen to that. Because if you find love for these little things in your life, well, you're beating most it seems. They just work themselves to death, and buy pretty toys they can shove in their caskets. But we've just got to try our damn best to shine bright enough to lead us home again. And we can sing out loud, like drunken sailors shouting proud: "we've always got our sea-legs and we're not gonna fall down. And even if we never find solid-ground, we've got our sea-legs and we're never, ever, ever gonna fall down."

Winter's keeping her secrets safe: locked up in those deadened trees whose branches don't dare to sway. They just reach down towards the ground and scrawl a note to the dying day. Saying: "kid, you could learn a lot from me. Keep it buried away. Lock it so far inside it'll never see the light of day. Buried away." And you can try to write. Make your notebook your mirror till you see yourself between the lines. Then, take all that ink that you kept tattooed inside, and give it to the Winter so she'll keep it with her cold, cold, cold, cold night. Keep it buried away. Lock it in your labyrinth-heart so they will never find their way. Buried away.

When I try to sing there's this lump stuck in my throat from swallowing the day too hard. I can't bring it back up; sometimes I feel it'll never go away-- like I just can't live with it. well, Chris once told me "we'll always want more, but as long as we can be happy with what we've got it's fine." And I'd love to live believing him this time, because he's just so right. So I'm training myself to not take this for granted again. I'll be an acrobat, 'cause this time I may not have a net; and if I fall, imagine just the cold concrete instead. The cold concrete instead. So I'm trying real hard not to worry myself sick, wind up spending all these days in bed. And I know it's you all that'll pull me through-- 'cause spring's here now, so i feel like, well, it's gotta mean something to me in this chain of events: 'cause your smile's got my mind set on being free. Like a hacksaw cutting through these days. And, I think that's all I need. So I'm training myself to not take this for granted again. I'll be an acrobat. And this time I may not have a net, so if i fall, imagine just the cold concrete instead. The cold concrete instead.

There's construction up ahead that's stopping us from going any further with this. We're repaving our lives, we're fixing what potholes we see that we've gotten over time. We're both taking a detour and getting the hell out of here. But as I'm sitting in this traffic of these past few months, you probably don't know i've been thinking about this-- about you; about placing my hands, like directions, into yours, and asking "where should we go?"

Cataclysmic words we have spoken, well, they have broken our electricity. And now we walk in the dark all alone, no topic in our minds, visibly irate. Well, I know, without a "you" we've got nothing to show. And tomorrow's just a feeling inside that it might come and take apart our night, and still put no one by our side. We're one times one tonight. We're wonderful. We're irate, we know, with no one to show. We're irate, we know, without a "you" to show.

Oh, my ship in a bottle how I'm glad you are here. Landlocked as I've been you give me hope. And I can see right through what is holding you back from setting sail with me. Is that true? Or is it only me who is sea-eager all the time? Thinking of you as my satellite? Oh, I could swear I saw the same thing in your eyes when you leaned back in your chair, looked into me with a tired stare that seemed to say, "some nights I wish that you could take me anywhere, so just find a way to get me out to sea." Oh, my ship in a bottle I'm giving up cartography. I'm making maps, but I know you'll never take me. So, my ship in a bottle, I'll end this daydream, and just drift off into the lonely sea.

Our senescence parallels an aging road: splinters and cracks form with winter's approach. And the chill of the night brings forth a scent of snow-- with the clouds nominating where the next halo goes. But this shredded terrain won't turn me away, it won't turn me away. I'll walk with torn-up feet until our last of days.

Well, baby, I've been feeling so alone. Even as the crowds were swarming me and the cars went out of their way to torture me, I felt like I was just looking for someone to share this view. I was frightened when the sun did sink, and I stared into the sky looking for someone just like me. Then that crescent above, well, it scared the hell out of me when it came down from its high ascent to share this lonely world that I've inhabited. And with just one note, I knew my whole world was changed. And I responded in kind, as I watched your flight, and this time I was following right behind. And you showed me that their are people out there just like me: singing alone in their rooms just waiting for that person they need. And whether it was right or wrong, for a while we shared everything. And underneath the night sky we were free. And you showed me that their are people out there just like me: singing alone in their rooms just waiting for that person they need. And whether it was right or wrong, for a while we shared everything. Then you put your arm around me and closed your eyes; and in the darkness, I knew it'd be alright. As the day evaporated the night I was left amazed.

These summer nights can be cathartic now. You should just spill out your fears-- wipe up your regret with a paper towel to absorb all that fell this year. Then you could throw it out in conversation or into the trash. I just want to hear you shout out loud that you're finally smiling at last. Because it's taken you oh-so-long while you're waiting for him to call to pick you up only to drop you. Just to drop you. And I know you know already what you should just do tonight, but you're human and your mind, heart, and body all seem to love this fight. And watching it all unfold you feel like the protagonist in some play. But don't feel bad if your monologue sounds the same every day. Because I really don't mind listening to any asides that you think may cleanse your life. I'm here to listen or remind you, to listen and remind you that you deserve better than this. Well, you don't have to put up with any of his bullshit. Just kick him out of your heart-- it's your house, and he's broken in. And now he's locking all of your ventricles and stopping anyone from coming in. But I'm gonna try to make this song a battering ram or a locksmith, 'cause he doesn't know we're not gonna give up so easy on getting in. No we're not gonna give up so easy, no, we're not gonna give up so easy, no, we're not gonna give up so easy on you. Well, I'll hear you out-- you're not out of your mind. And we'll see things through, 'cause when you think your blind I'm gonna try my best to lead you. And if I can't we'll just make up some games in the dark, like we'll count how many fuck-ups we thought were sparks, and how they ignited nothing but regret.

"This is something that we picked up, so it's something we can shake. We'll watch this bounty of our sadness fall to the earth, like the leaves. Well it's autumn now and we're stuck getting rid of our sins, and everything our friends tell us to drop again. Maybe it's a number, or a name, or that last shot, or just some vice we use to forget our state. And each stranger's laugh's just like a crow picking at what's dying inside: those simple pleasures we tried so hard to keep alive. So, now, tell me what you are praying for, and I'll share mine with you. ‘Cause we both desperately know, well, it's gotta come true. Well we know it's gotta come true." then you said: "Mike, we're gonna be alright. That's just the alcohol talking, we'll be fine in the morning light. Now, call me after you walk home tonight; I wanna make sure you got there alright. I wanna make sure you got there alright."