How many people do you look at?

How many do you really see?

We could talk about anything but

But we talk about the weather

The wind on your face is frigid and cold

You don't feel any better

We could talk about anything but

But we talk about the weather

Back and forth

Your voice to the clock inside my head

Turn it off and face the elements

Your voice to my overactive mind

Just turn it off and drive

Against the sages

Of the old days

Against the guardians

Of the old ways

You crane your neck

Only to be cut down

You bite your tongue

Hold it through your whole life

You hold it through your whole life

Your voice to the clock inside my head

Turn it off and face the elements

Your voice to my overactive mind

Just turn it off and drive