People interrupt the conversation And they ask, "what's up?" But they don't really care They're just talking to you cos you're there Instead of hanging out with someone That's it But I don't wanna be Skeptical of everyone I see I let my mind drift Into the images that I've missed Hey, you I'm talking to you I wanna be like you I wanna tell the truth Blowing leaves off the footpath Changing seasons so hard and fast I'm waiting 'til they change back People interact They're shaking hands and they're saying "thanks" They're just being them In the moment and in the end Instead of hanging around No shape, no sound Blowing leaves outta my neighborhood Fallen off the red cedarwoods Flowing along the avenues Sometimes I wonder if I could Maybe that'd feel good