Yes, I can see the Globe over the treetops But I can't write a song about it I used to be funnier and skinnier But I can't write a song about it These subway trains are cattle cars All scrolling through their phones I drag myself through every day To barely rent a home These offices are prisons With keycards and badges I'm always the last one in Because I don't think it matters I don't know what's going on this year I've just been crying my eyes out I don't know what's going on this year I've just been crying my eyes out Maybe it's the darkness that hangs over this town It rolls in so quietly and drags us all down Or maybe it's the wastefulness of life lost in this land Or maybe it's the feeling that it's all out of our hands I don't know what's going on this year I've just been crying my eyes out I don't know what's going on this year I've just been crying my eyes out Yes, I can see the Globe over the treetops But I can't write a song about it Yes, I can see the Globe over the treetops But I can't write a song about it