Separate Songs - Intellectual

[Verse 1:]

Condemned to be forever unable

To give this stupid thing the time that it deserves

I heard a proud few when the windows were gone

All singing the same time to separate songs

Bathed in blue fabric

Ablaze in the western sky

Nine arms-length airport arrival snapshots

You said you worry about me leaving

I fear I’m already gone

Flat tire in the rain

On a late last-call train

You said you’re sympathetic to some mumbled movement

All singing the same time to separate songs

Imagine that focus in real life

Imagine going outside

Imagine not waiting for something to come along

Imagine that focus in real life

Imagine going outside to hear the sweet sound of separate songs

Your forehead up against the frozen subway glass

The neon “next stop” light blinks “maybe next year”