Separate Songs

Condemned to be forever unable To give this stupid thing the time that it deserves I heard a proud few when the windows were gone All singing the same time to separate songs Bathed in blue fabric Ablaze in the western sky Nine arms-length airport arrival snapshots You said you worry about me leaving I fear I'm already gone Flat tire in the rain On a late last-call train You said you're sympathetic to some mumbled movement All singing the same time to separate songs All singing the same time to separate songs All singing the same time to separate songs Imagine that focus in real life Imagine going outside Imagine not waiting for something to come along Imagine that focus in real life Imagine going outside to hear the sweet sound of separate songs Your forehead up Against the frozen subway glass The neon "next stop" light blinks "maybe next year"