What a road I've taken, I'm not always kind Wrote a note addressed to no one, left for somebody to find I wish we tried to hold on, should've kept an open line I'm imagining again, it's past my bedtime I know better than cold goodbyes I still make believe though sometimes Look at all these people, do I have to play tonight? Used to know what landed well for me, but now it's hard to find In the hay I am the needle, there's a hundred blinking eyes Proving cities are for lonely deer in headlights I, I come up for air too few times I can't get it right, can't hide You don't mean to bother, but there's something on my face It's the subtlest expression, I should change it just in case The questioning starts coming, and half hollowed out your faith Now the aliens are asking if I'm okay And I'm far out, I'm by the shoreline I, I, I live there in my spare time And I know better than cold goodbyes I still make believe though sometimes