Holding Pattern

6 o'clock, the crickets stop

The sky fills up with light

Was it the rain or a south bound train

That woke me up last night?

It's just this game makes me insane

I wonder where we're going

Clear a path for Earth to pass

I just wish we could stop

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Where was I Tuesday night?

Where was I this morning?

What this is, is not real life

At least it isn't boring

I can't open my mouth to speak

I can't open my eyes

Someone press pause, wrap me in gauze

And turn the lights off

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Oh, waiting to put this thing down