Although we're windswept

We're buffered by the trees

The past couple of weeks were riddled with unease

It'd take several hours to drive

Picture living different lives

And I'd rather stay inside

When I watch the world pass by on someone else's time

Is that the sun I'm staring at

Is that my visage staring back

The turnpike's jammed no turning back

And we spin around the cul de sac

When I watch the world pass by on someone else's time

Is that the sun I'm staring at

Is that my visage staring back

And we spin around the cul de sac