Lyrics

Here in the city we pass the air
Around like a cigarette for all to share
People I know blend in with those I don?t
The light of my days have been the bus ride home

The sky?s been crying
Far too long

I want the morning sun to steal the night
Dry up the blues and grays that fall from my eyes
Hand me that ticket away from here
Won?t you come with me Imagineer?

Brother, sister, take it away with volume
Shake this unfamiliar place with volume