I used to think about the overpass
How the words were so prolific under there
I liked to trace my life into them
And the paint became the color of my hair
Going blind spending time on the halfway
I was lost for a while, lost for a while
I must say
Getting drunk on no one could catch me
I was lost for a while, lost for a while
I'm okay
I used to bleed into the skyline
And the red was just to beautiful to stop
I'm used to sweeping my suspicions
But I've learned that you can't wipe away the clock
Going blind spending time on the halfway
I was lost for a while, lost for a while
I must say
Getting drunk on no one could catch me
I was lost for a while, lost for a while
I'm okay