I am a bug, I'm just an example
Of what the new millenium still cannot hold
My purpose is of no importance
As long as I can find a home

Nocturnal scenes have been reaching out to me
To stay and keep the day away
But I have trouble staying awake
It's a transition I don't want to see

I am a running wind on the side of the road
Where I have never run before
I cannot see much more from where I stand
Because I don't stand still anymore