Moon

Woke up in a bed not mine Didn't feel the indents, the swells and dives See my limbs were hanging off the ends Grabbing the sun when it blew in And all this time I waited to begin I waited for the cue, someone to push me in But the moon rise and empties again Chases no one, get ready, set Chases no, get ready, set Camille sees the spaces between As she's melting layers off this scene She says, "you'll always feel sick from home" "So you might as well just get along and take the simple trip" 'Cause all this time you've waited to begin You've waited for the cue Someone to push you in But the moon sails and empties again Chasing no one, get ready, set Chasing no one, get ready, set Well, I woke up in a life not mine With a list to do and a means to an end I've got a jar full of the tokens to do Slide on into the slot marked 'x' And all this time I waited to begin I waited for the cue Someone to push me in But the moon's still coming up overhead Catches no one on this simple trip Catches no one, get ready, set