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We cut the legs off of our pants |
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Threw our shoes into the ocean |
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Sit back and wave through the daylight |
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Sit back and wave through the daylight |
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Slip and slide on subway grates |
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These shoes are poor mans ice skates |
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Fall through like change in the daylight |
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Fall through like change in the daylight |
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I miss yellow lines in my roads |
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Some color on monochrome |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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Maybe I'll paint them in myself |
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These sidewalks liquid then stone |
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Building walls and an old pay phone |
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It rings like all through the daylight |
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It rings like all through the daylight |
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And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine |
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I hope that someday I'll see without these frames |
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And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone |
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Cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home |
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I have five clocks in my life |
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And only one has the time right |
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I'll just unplug it for today |
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I'll just unplug it for today |
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Open hydrant rolled down windows |
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This car might make a good old boat |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And float down grand street in daylight |
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And with just half of a sunburn |
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New yellow lines that I earned |
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Step back and here comes the night time |
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Step back and here comes the night time |
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And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine |
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I hope that someday I'll see without these frames |
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And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone |
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Cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home |
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And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine |
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I hope that someday I'll see without these frames |
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And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone |
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Cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home |
