Penny - Thisorder lyrics

Captured in the stop n' go rhythm of yet another approaching week's end The wored-on gentleman answers his mirror- Re and rewriting the power game that he'd played in '88 When he'd been voice-stripped and eye-soaked; He does his best acting in the brake lights As his very grounded audience rolls their eyes in synch with the tire turns- The messy pen talk's just a character flaw To the programmedhand-cautious corsswalkers (but pencils do a nice disappearing act) It's the line that separates the sky from the ground And while the formulated spend their free time rinsing paths into the dirt- Some are only carried by the air... Waking up to the back of the clock- Do the daily hand-search dance And disconnect the chord Before another morning coats the floor; We float across each day and sometimes lose our cushioned shoes- Backstepping to the bedroom door for more disposable paper wheels She walks with the sound of jangling wrong keys In and out of each bus' entrance just before Requesting: a window by a cold seat The stars highlight her cooling accomplishment for her anti-eyes And still... She hasn't quite landed yet- She's waiting for the ground to pull her down (though heavy hands can't be blamed for concave doorknobs) It's the line that divides the cars at war' And while the picture-framed don't mind memorizing the right lane- Some would rather interweave the spaces in between...