Holding Pattern

Six o'clock, the crickets stop
 The sky fills up with light
 Was it the rain, or a southbound train
 That woke me up last night?
 It's just this game, makes me insane
 I wonder where we're going
 Clear a path for earth to pass
 I just wish we could stop
 Around in circles
 Far from the ground
 Waiting to put this thing down
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 Where was I Tuesday night?
 Where was I this morning?
 What this is, is not real life
 At least it isn't boring
 I can't open my mouth to speak
 I can't open my eyes
 Someone press pause, wrap me in gauze
 And turn the lights off
 Around in circles
 Far from the ground
 Waiting to put this thing down
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 Around in circles
 Far from the ground
 Waiting to put this thing down
 Whoa, oh, waiting to put this thing down