Pieces
GREG GILBERT
Here I am again with a head to mend and little else
Beside
There's nothing like a friend to throw you out of time
Running into walls when the siren calls I don't know
What to try
There's nothing on TV, and staying in's a crime
I can't drive but I'm learning to arrive without
Damaging the exit sign
I'll pick up my pieces on the way out
I don't wanna go with the voice unknown and drag you
From the deep
I'd rather be alone, than next to you asleep
Running into walls when the siren calls
I don't know what to try
There?s nothing on tv and staying in's a crime
So I can't drive
Well I'm learning to arrive without damaging the exit
Sign
I'll pick up my pieces on my way out
We are we know we are
We don't become
We go "ooh"
Wherever you came from wherever you go