Moving Window
From a moving window
There are cities I will never visit
Blurry lights along the highway going around

It's funny how we bounce all over
Wandering on new locations
Telling ourselves things were different
When we're not here

There is nothing to it, and I'm thinking
Who is dreaming, and who is distracted?
There is nothing to it, and I wonder
Why it is I don't know how to feel

Watching from a moving window
People walk in both directions
Some are holding bags and smoking
Looking at their phones

Others waiting for the bus to come
And take them where they stay
Or maybe to someone they love
How could one tell?
There is nothing to it, and I'm thinking
Who is dreaming, and who is distracted?
There is nothing to it, and I wonder
Why it is I don't know how to feel

From a moving window
I've been everywhere
And yet there's nothing worthy as a mind that's drifting
I am not here

From a moving window
I've been everywhere
And yet there's nothing worthy as a mind that's drifting
I am not here