I guess I was tired of wasting time for no good reason
I guess I was trying to waste my time for no good reason
I suppose I just gave up on life for no good reason
I suppose I just gave up on life
Until I met you
THIRD EYE BLIND - HOW’S IT GOING TO BE
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.