Lyrics

He's got his hands in his pockets like it's keeping him balanced,
and he looks like a page nobody's read.
And he knows there is one thing that has kept him from something, but it's lost in the hallways in his head.

And just to remind if I may, there's a kind of delay
that effects what you say and what you mean.
It's a kind of release that can change the whole world.
and its strange-
that it echoes sometimes for days.

It's a big day for walking and he's passing every corner
with a look to every light and then a grin.
'Cuz no yellow flashin's gonna keep him from asking for those
fine paper ponies today.

And just to remind if I may, there's a kind of delay
that effects what you play and what you win.
It's the throw to the plate that you know,
but you're late going home-
and it echoes sometimes for days.

There's something in August that can choke all your senses and
epiphany's harder to obtain.
You're just between seasons you know, and adjustment is slow,
but the shedding of skin that will remain.

And just to remind if I may, there's a kind of delay
that effects what you were and what you are.
There's a change of the guard that you see, and it's hard to believe-
that it echoes sometimes for days.