My feet are on the ground
Still feel out of touch
Next to a line of cars
Stopped at a light
Staring at us
I turn my sign around
And sit down
Just because
I feel guilty
Solace on the street
Next to a line of fiends
Nobody stops
Neither do we
The further back in I slip
I try not to forget
There's all that open space
In the far west
I turn my sign around
And sit down
Just because