You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I silently wish I was on one.
We’ll leave on the evening train.
It won’t be long, but it feels that way.
But home never meant very much to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone.
And maybe we’re right.
Electric President – Some Crap About The Future
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