Drive me to the center Where the engines move the city And the buildings duck and swell Like a splendid carousel Carry all to destinate And clean the tracks of dividends Oh, the fluid, blurring landscape From the backseat window darling Does the pavement bend the trees? As we hurry our machines With every pinch the center spreads Into our limbs, into our heads I have in my eyes If we step to the side We can be let go You think I'll unwind You think so you know I can't seem to shake off the times Every place is sought with straight lines Oh well, oh well And time lines go forever But memories drown with summer There are some that do hold on And they build them into homes And it splits their selves in two Half of me, I'm half of you