We could make it work Or we could choke our hearts and bleed out If I stretch a hand Will a hand stretch back Or drop me down And let me fade into these paragraphs Imagine fading into Saturdays of watch your back and jagged laughs And turning into cul-de-sacs, stepping over marble cracks Got my eyes peeled for 9-0 Carey Drop me a line if you think she'd like to meet me Got my ears open, phone's got volume Gave myself a call, made sure it was still working And you could split your head with the moon But nothing will come from those starry eyes And the water lines Make marks on the scorched earth like pines That's when you know that you have had your time These astronauts can't tell the time They're busy with life Well so am I They're outside rain or shine I'm outside taking in the view Got my eyes peeled for 9-0 Carey Drop me a line if you think she'd like to meet me Got my ears open, phone's got volume Gave myself a call, man I hope it's still working