Open up your locket. Does solidarity breed from a good foundation?
When things speed out of date now, you can be falling and when your up, it's blown up
with all new buildings painted they're not your colors, when all the places you went to.
You don't get what they offer, but, hey, that's Nathan, but didn't he pass a long time ago?
Where'd he go? Where'd he go, now?
Where'd he go? Where'd he go?
We exorcised the weekend, now all the demons can't play but they snuck into Thursday.
We're looking out for panthers from the road again, but didn't they pass a long time ago?
Where'd they go? Where'd they go, now?
Where'd they go? Where'd they go?
Luck it's not real. Oh, it's real. No, it's not real
Maybe it's only real when lightning landed
and hit you right where you were standing,
Or when your imagination shows you what only time is supposed to tell you.
And then I imagine time: he's got real big hands and bigger plans...
From a long time ago.
And did I remember suitcase and all the things in my head and all the expectations
of doing something special. I could be gone today, but where do they take me?
No.
Luck, it's not real, though my feelings say it's real.
Maybe it's only real when someone blinds you
when they had always been so kind to you.
Imagination won't get moldy, can't wait for time to unfold me,
and then I imagine time: he's got real big hands and bigger plans...
From a long time ago.
Open up your locket. Does solidarity breed from a good foundation? When things speed out of date now, you can be falling and when your up, it's blown up with all new buildings painted they're not your colors, when all the places you went to. You don't get what they offer, but, hey, that's Nathan, but didn't he pass a long time ago? Where'd he go? Where'd he go, now? Where'd he go? Where'd he go?
We exorcised the weekend, now all the demons can't play but they snuck into Thursday. We're looking out for panthers from the road again, but didn't they pass a long time ago? Where'd they go? Where'd they go, now? Where'd they go? Where'd they go?
Luck it's not real. Oh, it's real. No, it's not real Maybe it's only real when lightning landed and hit you right where you were standing, Or when your imagination shows you what only time is supposed to tell you. And then I imagine time: he's got real big hands and bigger plans... From a long time ago.
And did I remember suitcase and all the things in my head and all the expectations of doing something special. I could be gone today, but where do they take me? No.
Luck, it's not real, though my feelings say it's real. Maybe it's only real when someone blinds you when they had always been so kind to you. Imagination won't get moldy, can't wait for time to unfold me, and then I imagine time: he's got real big hands and bigger plans... From a long time ago.
There are none too small. (Repeat)