I feel hollow in the city
I feel alone in the country
But in bed by cars or by bugs
My imagination gets the best of me
I stare into the setting sun
Hoping the light will fill me up
I feel like an ant
I feel like a headless horseman
Friends buried in the dust
Of what time kicked up between us
I stare into the rising sun
One more day and then I'm gone
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 3:25 PM UTC
I feel hollow in the city
I feel alone in the country
But in bed by cars or by bugs
My imagination gets the best of me
I stare into the setting sun
Hoping the light will fill me up
I feel like an ant
I feel like a headless horseman
Friends buried in the dust
Of what time kicked up between us
I stare into the rising sun
One more day and then I'm gone
