Where do you go?
Weathered shell
Keeping nothing for yourself
Kick the grass that’s poking out
From the pavement
Unannounced
Made of glass
Warm to the touch
Still convinced it’s not enough
Even in motion
You tell me to wait
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late
Total devotion
Never relayed
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late
Cross it out for me
In the corner, on the shelf
Keeping nothing for yourself
Can’t take back what’s in the tile
Let it hold your voice a while
You’ve got it all wrong
It’s been there all along
Even in motion
You tell me to wait
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late
Total devotion
Never relayed
You’re dragging your feet now
It’s getting too late
