We're sleeping in stages
you lose yourself in the moment you own it
the yellow pages
a phone number that gets you nowhere
it's a countercurrent
park bench radio, skyline at night time
and then you detonate again

Now i'm lost in you
and all the things that you put me through
i don't do what i need to do, most of the time

I'm sleepwalkin'
lockin' yourself away against the tide
finding your muse
a soundtrack to confuse everyone
most of this is true
changed the names to protect the guilty
finding yourself another midwest coincidence

So you think you've got it right
well where the hell are you tonight?