There was a time
With what we called our own
Would cause a little friction
And somehow set the tone
It Must be nice
To be living all alone
Alarm clocks go unanswered
Expectations remain low
And now that i find
I'm angry in Disneyland
I know that I look crazy
And you can't understand
I could be nice
Or i could just pretend
That houses don't get built
And fall down all over again
Wish I was blind
Or maybe just far away
Hidden little places
Where no one has to stay
I am the wheel
I am the sails hung high
There's limits to attention
And welcoming goodbyes
I am the wheel
A hero to myself
Like a motor that is running
And made for somewhere else
I am the wheel
I am the sails hung high
There's limits to attention
And welcoming goodbyes
I am the wheel
A hero to myself
Like a motor that is running
And made for somewhere else
Someplace else
This despondency tastes just like birthday cake
The kind with rainbow sprinkles served on my favorite plate
I am the wheel
I am the sails hung high
There's limits to attention
And welcoming goodbyes
Goodbye
There's no such thing as precious time
When given away with no reason why
Goodbye
No reason
No reason why
Goodbye
Goodbye