Today I don't want to be seen
But if my shoes are new and clean
Seems like a missed opportunity to build the simulated me.
The simulated me
Is crawling like an ant on tiny leaves
While the gears are steady turning past the row of shady trees
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
I've got a think for a Scorpio queen
With a deep sense of the stars' meaning
She turns my logic into plasticine
Someone I might buy a ticket to see
Someone I might buy a ticket to see
In a jet fuel burning war machine
But I know the world is changing past the row of shady trees
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
I think I'm walking in someone else's dream
Feels like I'm playing a losing game
In a familiar milky haze, like rain
Keeping the rhythm of the passing days
More than the common itch to run away
Feels like I'm walking in someone else's jeans
Feels like I'm running on a track in my brain
Feels like all eighteen wheels of me
Stalled dead in the path of a moving train