Lyrics

You call in, 800 You tell them your new name Slice it down the middle Your burned out eyes burn into mine It's all gone in the middle of the night When we're all just going by feel I wish I knew what it was but it just keeps flying away I wish I knew what it was but I get so carried away Moving faintly in the distance Your small voice like a squall You know they were walking over water Well before your age So you toast to the heavens that you made it this far You're a jam band playing outside in the middle of March You'll fall on your face for the third time tonight And you'll be fine