Here I am
Stand in front of another
Count the veins in your hands
Like frost on the glass
It pains me to say
I feel you'll regulate
The breaths that escape
I see you stand
With your feet in the water
Taste the wind on your lips
Feel the brief morning mist
It kills me to hear
You skipped our holy year
For miles and miles and miles and miles
And miles and miles and miles
You'll hear me say
On and on and on
Hang your head out the window
Too close for comfort
Borderline
Take the exit you'll be fine
Sing out the window
Dance on the turnpike