when i walk this town, i’m not alone i’ve left my stories there in stone the valley, the empire the hills to the promenade at times it’s so crowded they drown my remaining thoughts
(if you’re hollow, think of tomorrow) i’ll follow, wherever you go (you know you’re not broken, this is not your end) we’ll write it together, wherever we land
like extras moving, indistinct always in the shot, but not the scene the concrete, the excess it’s midnight, i’ve lost the thread i can’t feel the present i think of the past instead
(chorus)
i can make it back if i’m with you let’s get away to someplace new