Tekster: Still Time. Stream Of Consciousness. Memory Lane.

Get off work put the car into drive
With Buckets f rain coming out of the sky
Grandma's next to me bringing the pain
Her '87 Buick's in to steal my lane

Walk in the door to find my baby at home
Always relieved when I find her alone
Searchin' for secrets buried in eyes
A little bit worried, I'm not gonna lie

Breathe deep and walk on a wire
I am the ember and you are my fire
Too many trips down memory lane
I'm not sure what is keeping me sane
Hours racing, my mind's on escaping
And time is erasing all I wanted to find

Next door there's always a fight
But it isn't their wars that keep me up at night
They know how to forgive and forget
I missed that lesson, I'm sick of this shit

Roll out of bed at a quarter to nine
To millions of people goin' out of their minds
I'm just stuck here suspended in air
Trying to get back, but life isn't fair

(Thanks to Victoria for these lyrics)