歌词
My room is full of stuff
A fine museum to junk
My room's a looted husk
I climb into the truck
I was never good at goodbye
Not that bye is all that good
The one sign that the room was mine
Are some lines across the wood
Caress the fading, escalating lines
Where mom would carve my height
Before I flick the switch to kill the light
A new one lit inside
I'm standing in the frame
The future mine to take
Before I walk away
I sigh a quiet thanks
Sailing on the sea of traffic
Tattered roadmap steers the ship
All we ever get to live in
Is the moment that we're in
Cause every end's the beginning again