I'm in the check-out line when i see them
the rows are all aligned
i'm older now but still i think
this is how it was designed

I see your face in that room
as if it's frozen in time
and to some degree, i guess it is
how my heart wills to rewind

the way you laughed at me
when I told you what i thought
I felt the ground begin to shake
and knew that I'd been caught

The check-out line progresses now
as does the time between
what i meant and how you felt
still remains unseen