"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said

"I'd like to see what it'd be like

To take a different road

That didn't wind up in a dull suburban life

'Cause we've got

We've got so much, still know I'm losing

It always

Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving"

Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat

Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where

But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride

'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is, the way that we exist

"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said

"I'd like to see what it'd be like

To take a different road

That didn't end up in a dull suburban, a dull suburban life

'Cause we've got

We've got so much, still know I'm losing

It always

Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving"

Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat

Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where

But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride

'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is

This route's not going away

This route's not going away

This route's not going away

It's not going, it's not going, it's not going

This route's not going away

It's not going, it's not going, it's not going

This route's not going