I couldn't wait to leave that building and stand under the sky I watch the clouds go by from a sky light I watch the sun as it freckles the skin of travelers And here I turn another shade of white I wonder when the day will come I wonder what it looks like Will I falter when It looks me in the eye? I watch the tug boats as they tear a seam down the river And the passengers stare at the white lines I look down the highway, I used to see head lights But now it's staring back at me with red eyes I wonder when the day will come I wonder what it looks like Will I falter when It looks me in the eye I wonder when the day will come Will it tell me when It arrives? The last boat to freedom Has a long line The last boat to freedom Has a long line The last boat to freedom Has a long line The parkway blossom trees make every color look dimmer But they're cursed to look like creatures in the moonlight