The lights come up And everyone moves out to the sidewalk Smiling as they all drive home Still you wait beneath the screen alone Heavy in a coat Blown out in both of the pockets Lingering dark along the dead arcade Wasting time Stay away The page is way too thin And breaking up beneath a dried out pen There's nobody on the roads And you have nowhere left to go It is not slowing down It won't go swift enough Nothing moves Drag through a narrow town Landlocked and dry