Sometimes my brain's like a broken record
Skipping the parts that make it sound better
Idling lonely, only slightly out of key

Take a hot shower
Bow to the coffee
“Own your own power”
Blares from the pulpit we call TV

cnd that's why
I can't hear you when I close my eyes
cll I can hear are the sounds of whirring machines
Take me away to the paradise beyond the screens

Passing cars are the poor man's ocean
Reminds me of summer and suntan lotion
What I wouldn't give to go back to that place

Hands on the wheel
Tune out the chatter
Try not to feel
Hold on for Saturday

cnd that's why
I can't hear you when I close my eyes
cll I can hear are the sounds of warring machines
Take me away to the paradise beyond the screens

So I'm sitting here thinking of you
cnd 1500 other things to do
cnd I know that's why
You've just become one of them

So I start to make a new choice
cnd my heart remembers your voice
Quiet as a hum

I know you're close when you feel so far away
I know you're close (I know you're close)
When you feel so far away
I know you're close (I know you're close)
When you feel so far away
I know you're close (I know you're close)
When you feel so far away
I know you're close when you feel so far away