We could make it work

Or we could choke our hearts and bleed out

If I stretch a hand

Will a hand stretch back

Or drop me down

And let me fade into these paragraphs

Imagine fading into Saturdays of watch your back and jagged laughs

And turning into cul-de-sacs, stepping over marble cracks

Got my eyes peeled for 9-0 Carey

Drop me a line if you think she'd like to meet me

Got my ears open, phone's got volume

Gave myself a call, made sure it was still working

And you could split your head with the moon

But nothing will come from those starry eyes

And the water lines

Make marks on the scorched earth like pines

That's when you know that you have had your time

These astronauts can't tell the time

They're busy with life

Well so am I

They're outside rain or shine

I'm outside taking in the view

Got my eyes peeled for 9-0 Carey

Drop me a line if you think she'd like to meet me

Got my ears open, phone's got volume

Gave myself a call, man I hope it's still working