I'm living it up in a back stage room Chasing the sleep from exhausted eyes Each moment enthroned and paraded through streets We wave and we scream as it passes by Can't reconcile the life I knew The forgotten basement ignored nights Holding signs on the corners "so hungry will work" Watching eyes fast divert and then drive on by The trees always falling in silence No crash, no bang just an emptiness The trucks drive away with trunks tied down, secured To bring back a little of the forest That's how it's going to go As long as we keep on building I just pack my bags and leave Losing my grip of a back stage room As habit devours and colors die Chasing the moments through blockaded streets I beg and I plead, oh god don't pass me by Can't you just move in and stay The streetlights give as the brighter sun arrives The past night slips to the memory's broken drives With all the roads we will never again Walk down strange and foreign But there's hope just over the edge of the horizon I'll find a home in these back stage rooms But never get used to the passing time