The Motorist

I lock the door, adjust my seat And think on distant friends When they were mine and I was theirs All lying end to end But if I try to fall asleep Could I even pretend? 'Cause in my eyes there's nothing else But this space And that's it They walk Concrete Manic in the way They walk Beside me I'll never get an answer now Turn the pages Try to find another way The sun is low, I watch them move Drifting scene to scene The basic plot is lost on me But all the shots are clean And it's my intention to find redemption But elusive it proves to be So my love, keep me close tonight They walk Concrete Manic in the way They walk Beside me I'll never get an answer now Turn the pages Try to find another way I lock the door, adjust my seat And think on distant friends When they were mine and I was theirs They walk Concrete Manic in the way They walk Beside me I'll never get an answer now Turn the pages Try to find another way