I never knewI never knew that everything was falling throughThat everyone I knew was waiting on a queueTo turn and run when all I needed was the truthBut that's how it's got to beIt's coming down to nothing more than apathyI'd rather run the other way than stay and seeThe smoke and who's still standing when it clearsEveryone knows I'm inOver my headOver my headWith eight seconds left in overtimeShe's on your mindShe's on your mindLet's rearrangeI wish you were a stranger I could disengageSay that we agree and then never changeSoften a bit until we all just get alongBut that's disregardFind another friend and you discardAs you lose the argument in a cable carHanging above as the canyon comes between
