There, a moment goes by
I've been distracting myself and
It's getting the best of my time
But once in a while
We come out to scatter some ash
On the beach at the base of the hill
We stood there like 2-litre bottles
Not saying much
Or breaking down anytime soon
That wasn't my mother
But what do you do?
What do you do?
Smile
Pick up the phone
Wrap little loops in the cable
And scratch at the itches you know
It's more than enough
Just living and keeping up
To follow along
And stand there like 2-litre bottles
Not saying much
Or breaking down anytime soon
That wasn't my mother
But what do you do?
You do
Like I'm not going anywhere soon
Like I'm not going anywhere soon
Like I'm not going anywhere soon
Like I'm not going soon
