Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind A satellite recalled your voice

Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place Save it for a rainy day Baby, you go hard in the paint It's just another