Paper Boats

sit on a train, reading a book same damn planet every time i look try to relax and slow my heartbeat only works when i'm dead asleep been thinking and drinking all over the town must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down all i am is a body floating down-wind what's wrong? nothing are you sure nothing's wrong? yeah but you're sad about something yeah so tell me what i don't know i can't tell you all i am is a body floating down-wind as the express train pa*ses the local it moves by just like a paper boat although it weighs a million pounds i swear it almost seems to float and as we pa*s by each other our heads all full of bother we can't look, we can't stop we can't think, we can't stop because we're stuck in our own paths and it's the way it always lasts but i need something more from you