All the little faces that make up the sky Will fall and replace us when we die Take it from me, I am alive Or if not, at least this feels right, to be tied Coffee-sick and spacing, my car drives itself Down Central, up Harlem, aimless like I'm everywhere I always took care of how I felt Or at least tried to listen well for the bell The time we've taken has been Every second, a little bit more restless The sounds have always been right there To help me hear myself again (It's you, all you) Back then, my teenage energy Would take a thousand shapes I would wrestle with my wanting Then laugh it off and fill another page But, now it's not back then And my face has hardly changed I would let it happen back then Just gotta do it the same way