when i walk this town, i’m not alone
i’ve left my stories there in stone
the valley, the empire
the hills to the promenade
at times it’s so crowded
they drown my remaining thoughts
(if you’re hollow, think of tomorrow)
i’ll follow, wherever you go
(you know you’re not broken, this is not your end)
we’ll write it together, wherever we land
like extras moving, indistinct
always in the shot, but not the scene
the concrete, the excess
it’s midnight, i’ve lost the thread
i can’t feel the present
i think of the past instead
(chorus)
i can make it back if i’m with you
let’s get away to someplace new