Pack-

ing

the

last

few

shirts

in-

to

a

bloa-

ted

suit-

case

The last

glimpse

of

com-

fort

and

the

tick-

ing

clock

face

I

swear

those

hands

move

fas-

ter

e-

very

day

I'm

more

con-

fused

than

e-

ver

but

I

don't

beg

or

pray

'cause

the

Spark-

ling

light

from

the

morn-

ing

sun

Is

all

we

should

need

to

feel

warm.

I

reach

the

sta-

tion

with

just

mi-

nutes

to

spare,

I glance

at

my

watch

time's

go-

ing

faster

these

days

I

swear,

Eyes

fo-

cus

up

now

to the

train

time

ta-

ble

board

There's

on-

ly

two

plat-

forms

to

be

ex-

plored,

And it's

then

that

I

ad-

mit

it

to

my

self,

That

I

am

lost

so

lost

But

your

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

That

guide

me

There's

a

train

at

12,

des-

ti-

na-

tion

di-

sas-

ter.

It's

run-

ning

on

time

as

time

runs

fas-

ter

On

plat-

form

two

it's

des-

ti-

na-

tion

sus-

tain

a-

bi-

li-

ty

It's

de-

layed

though

it

was

sup-

pose

to

ar-

rive

at e-

le-

ven

fif-

ty.

Plat-

form

one

it

says

stand

be-

hind

the

yel-

low

line

But

I

sit

on

the

plat-

form

edge

and

just

gaze

at

the

time.

My

mind

wan-

ders

back

to

our

ob-

li-

vi-

ous

e-

xis-

tence

I'm

all

choked

up

now

with

the

threat

of

dis-

tance

As

the

train

bound

for

di-

sas-

ter

chokes

up

to

the

sta-

tion,

I

don't

board

it

cause

I

de-

cide

that

it's

the

wrong

des-

ti-

na-

tion,

But

the

train

bound

for

su-

stain-

a-

bi-

li-

ty

is

no-

where

to

be

seen

And

I'm

lost

so

lost

Where

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

That

guide

me?

And

then

I

re-

a-

lize

that

We

need

to use

our

own

two

feet

to

walk

these

tracks,

And

we

have

to

squad

up

and

we

have

to watch

each

o-

thers

backs,

When

for-

give-

ness

is

our

torch

and

i-

ma

-

gi-

na-

tion

our

sword

Well

I'll

tie

the

ropes

of

hate

and

slash

o-

pen

the

minds

of

the

bored

And

we-

'll

start

a world

so

e-

qual

and

free

E-

very

inch

of

this

earth

is

yours

all

the

land

and

all

the

sea

I-

ma-

gine

no

res-

tric-

tions

but

the

cli-

mate

and

the

wea-

ther

Then

we

can

ex-

plore

space

to-

ge-

ther

For-

e-

ver

And

I

am

lost

so

lost

You

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

And

I

am

lost

so

lost

You

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

And

I

am

lost

so

lost

You

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

And

I

am

lost

so

lost

You

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions

And

I

am

lost

so

lost

You

are

the

con-

stel-

la

-

tions