I'm in a big hurry to get out of the city I'm packing and silent and hectic My neighbor said he was playing a show And I told him I'd be in attendance But I forgot and I slept a lot And I need to remain undetected Now I'm sitting in traffic, in a hurry To see a girl from back home Who I swear that I feel like I've known for a century But she lives six hours away And it's been two weeks And every day we speak For an hour at least There's no way My mind makes up these scenarios And crams the future full like a storage unit And when I get there, it's the same malaise I'm eating and sleeping and pacing And the cycle repeats and the fantasy seeps Through the cracks and the strain in inertia With a pit in my stomach, sitting in traffic The spontaneous magician of the mundane But she lives six hours away And it's been two weeks And every day we speak For an hour at least There's no way There's no way There's no way There's no way There's no way