This is the part where the autopilot settles in for good Where the distance is so great, talking won't water down the miles Are these just words we're spilling out there? How come we're taking sides? I'm not even on mine I just show everything I'm not Acting as if I wasn't there With directions set in my mind I merely drift the other way We could share silence before All the poorly concealed monologues Then we could chew the scenery some more By just stating the obvious