Slow Roam

wall of sound, might as well be brick
a foreign town, you talk like you're a stewardess
we joke about how life is not just photo booths
and drunk truths but we will try, especially if it's hopeless
i am fine in a the loser museum, yeah we laugh a lot down here
waiting on a chance, waiting with each other. filling stop gaps
with war stories for saps and savory flavor
but are we waiting for the slow roam?
are we waiting for the give or go?
you can stop it all on a dime and send crashing what's behind
you know my heart won't break that easy, i have found the hope in this
i thought they were just days, shots of light breaking nights' eight-hour stay
lately they've been a little bit more like the dog-ear folded on the passing page
what we climb towards change, especially if it's hopeless
but are we waiting for the slow roam?
are we waiting for the give or go?
you can stop it all on a dime and send crashing what's behind
you know my heart won't break that easy, i have found the hope in this
they say that nature hates a vacuum. we haven't been kicked out just yet
find your aim, it doesn't matter what you think you were meant for
bury the pain and it can't come back to tell who you are
it's just another day so find your aim, it doesn't matter who you think is deserving
the lines of paint wash away with the line about how you're fine
i am fine down here
the traffic lights are changing with no one stopped and waiting
the days are long and staying like dog-ears on the pages
one for all the laughs down here
because my heart won't break that easy, i have found the hope in this