pretty close! i just got a copy of the album and it came with a lyrics sheet, this is what i got, it's mostly the same:
Eight blocks away would put you at the water towers from my place
what's the difference when you calculate by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids?
2,600 miles is 45 hours
I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines
and my gas tank's just empty
I don't have the gall, or the where-with-all or the cash to fill it again, so I guess it's best I stick around the house
Measured my days and metered my years in fears and muscle tensions,
meals and the beds that I slept in
Tried to give a few decent gifts, and scribble a few things off the list, but it still goes something like this:
clean your desk, write your ex, do the dishes and your taxes, throw the shit you don't need away
call the airline 'bout the fast food scam, write to adam, tape for craig, throw the beer bottles and cans away, mix some dirt, underline work!
There's never enough time, never enough time
We don't have all the hands we need
There's not enough you's or me's to be all the places we want to
There's never enough time, never enough time
I'll siphon these anxieties onto to do lists and fidgets and things and things and things
pretty close! i just got a copy of the album and it came with a lyrics sheet, this is what i got, it's mostly the same:
Eight blocks away would put you at the water towers from my place what's the difference when you calculate by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids?
2,600 miles is 45 hours I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines and my gas tank's just empty I don't have the gall, or the where-with-all or the cash to fill it again, so I guess it's best I stick around the house
Measured my days and metered my years in fears and muscle tensions, meals and the beds that I slept in Tried to give a few decent gifts, and scribble a few things off the list, but it still goes something like this:
clean your desk, write your ex, do the dishes and your taxes, throw the shit you don't need away call the airline 'bout the fast food scam, write to adam, tape for craig, throw the beer bottles and cans away, mix some dirt, underline work!
There's never enough time, never enough time We don't have all the hands we need There's not enough you's or me's to be all the places we want to There's never enough time, never enough time I'll siphon these anxieties onto to do lists and fidgets and things and things and things