Swallow your fear and take the escalator down
I'll still be here watching if you turn around
The cogs and gears are spinning just beneath the ground
You don't have to say a thing
This is where we belong
There's no point fighting
The current's too strong
Your shirt's too big and the back of your neck is pale
You raise your hand up to the escalator rail
My lungs are full, but I don't want to exhale
It's a thought that's as jarring as the homeroom bells
The next time you see me, I might be someone else
It's a thought that's as jarring as the morning bells
The next time you see me, I might be someone else
I've been forgetting all about you
I've been packing and you've had nothing to do
I'm so sorry, I guess what they say is true
I catch my reflection in the freshly polished floor
I can hear the shoppers going in and out of stores
And I see you drift away like a bottle from a shore
It's a thought that's as jarring as the morning bells
The next time you see me, I might be someone else
Like a train full of horses on a rusted old track
Life's full of forces that we can't hold back
I've been forgetting all about you
I've been packing and you've had nothing to do
I'm so sorry, I guess what they say is true
It's a thought that's as jarring as the homeroom bells
The next time you see me, I might be someone else