Some people rush their whole lives Their graves get closer each time So I'll observe when I like Take in the mundane kind In the afternoon She knocks three times at two Some act like everything fine Hear loneliness in their byes And while the rich try to die The rest try to survive In the afternoon She knocks three times at two And he parks his car on cue He'll never wave back to you You can't escape what you tore apart Its on display what you tore apart Some people rush their whole lives Their graves get closer each time In the afternoon She knocks three times at two And he parks his car on cue He'll never wave back to you Back to you Back to you