Well, I'd like to be the staircase next to the escalator

The end page after the publicator

The promise made by the record label, so empty

Yes, I'd like to be the harvest made in the dead of winter

The mind of a man who's a true beginner

The threats of parents who love their children, so empty

Well, I'd like to be lonely

A little less city, more country

Head like static of a TV

And eyes full of nothing but the oak trees

So tell me, tell me, tell me

Would you come see?

I think we'd look good, a little empty

Oh, and you know we're only 20

Something telling me we need to leave

Oh, I'd like to be the hands of the players behind the winners

The lawns of a campus when exams are given

A voicemail sent from an auto system, so empty

Could you tell that my mind is racing without a finish?

A checkered flag would be a great decision

I think it's time that I chase the feeling, go empty

Well, I'd like to be lonely

A little less city, more country

Head like static of a TV

And eyes full of nothing but the oak trees

So tell me, tell me, tell me

Would you come see?

I think we'd look good, a little empty

Oh, and you know we're only 20

Something telling me we need to leave