Caught up in a generation.In the middle as an outsider
I could fall asleep, I could walk out
You almost trip over the real precious things
The rarities.
Its a ticking situation until you leave
And I can't get enough
Pitched back to the good ol days and all the patience
The fondness of my company?
"My idea of heaven......is to lay there and listen to Motown"
What enormous distance this is all gaining
Were all leaving
Running and waving at each others flights
