On a Friday I sit in the room - In my head there’s a tune and I feel defeated - By the speed machine and the social scene - I keep on waiting for something to happen - I am slow and it’s high time I am slowed down to feel the cost of all my movement - Next to the stoop - There’s a ring of grass where nothing else will grow - it’s a precious thing finding life in the dead zone - People are always walking across the tracks behind our building - There’s always the feeling that so much is happening - I am slow and it’s high time I am slowed down to feel the cost of all my movement - That’s enough - Stop and stare - Long enough - Into the glare - Cut it out - Don’t fill it up - Cut it out don’t fill it up