It started before we knew
what was happening.
When we were young and
everything seemed so far away.
We assumed the future would stay put,
while we still moved.
The world doesn't work that way.
We're beyond that point now.
We're beyond our first cars and
the could-this-be-it relationships.
We've passed that age where we see
ourselves always in that age.
Where time stands still and
we still float along.
Time is our greatest foe.
He ticks away our minutes in a way
that deceives us into believing
that it will never end.

It's always so foggy
on October mornings.
She knows that's no excuse
and she's so sorry.
She never saw the yellow bus.
She never saw the flashing lights.
She never even saw him
until he hit her windshield.
And she's so sorry.
She can't bring him back.
She can't take it back.
All she can do is
look at the floor.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.

Kiss me, here, in a savage way
A clean blue slate conducting violet voltage  
I'm a ****** for exotic green

Purple reigns like a sea siren
Rain forests rise and shine
Hippies are just meadow junkies

Can't stop a free spirit
Ocean side to see the skyline blue
Leap frog and I need a refresh-mint

Blue slate for side walkers
Exotic green rain storm
Magnetic force causing a black rage

Skyline blue reminds me of tangerine crème
Why not wild thing?
Kiss me here for the real teal

High line green and stormy weather
Secret admirer radiation
Green with envy, purple reigns

Leap frog just blue me away
Sea sirens are just gypsy girls
Stormy weather shows your black rage

Mint apple and violet voltage
Happy endings will leave you hot blooded
High line green, Olympia

Rain storm and I need a refresh-mint
Stormy weather and we play leap frog
Secret admirer, let's meet?

Black rage, you're so hot blooded
Olympia, rise and shine
Blue slate and I need a refresh-mint

Mint apple and magnetic force
Leap frog with me, wild thing
We blue it, sidewalkers

She said she wanted an adventure
trekking through the Mexican desert with six shooters
the Lone Ranger and her Kemo Sabe
she wanted to pack her bags
hit the road without a second glance to spare
take the Greyhound bus
or maybe her dad's Jetta
and open it up across endless highways
until the tires are stripped bare
and the exhaust smokes
she wanted to be a stranger
in a strange town
with a cardboard sign reading
    Anywhere but here
mostly she just wanted to escape
the chill of all the old ghosts which haunted her