Out of station through my radio nothings on it like a joke thats told with out its final line where's it going where had it round I know I'm trying I'm trying to wake up wake up and I tell by you way too far looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade won't they ever spin around foward they're trying they're trying and so they do in the call of a new world as I climb to the next floor haven't we met before under brighter skies above above and in a way its fine we're walking through wind unfamiliar scenes we're choking on it and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now wake up wake up