Counting the Cars on Lincoln place
And I am
Once again
Thinking about changing my ways
Turning a new leaf
Same as the last week
I can't help myself that their
Wasted on me
Barren on the branches need to find a new tree
And I search for quiet in a store
Til someone louder comes in
To settle some score
For a moment I'm weightless
Beneath the fluorescents
The beauty of those plastic flowers are not lost on me
I grab a few, say how do you do and disappear to the street
Am I really there? In the moment, not in the moment I'm phoning it in
Am I really there? In the moment, not in the moment I'm phoning it in
Or falling in love again, falling with you
Counting the cars on lincoln place
I'm thinking, might not be so bad to be stuck in your ways