Without you here to fill my time
I pick a new distraction
The Sunday morning bus downtown
The dog park, mothers, and shopping carts
The city heart out for the sun
High tide, this summer is almost done
Somewhere inside the city lines
Another street and a world away
I wonder what you do with this perfect day
Each time I cross your neighborhood
I have the same reaction
A fear I wish I understood
Street bands skates and debutantes
All have a part in the scene
I wish I knew who I'm supposed to be
Somewhere inside the city lines
Another street and a world away
I wonder what you do with this perfect day
One of these days I'll find a place I belong
I know I belong somewhere
Drifting away each day
I'll float on the wind
Know where to begin
Somewhere inside the city lines
Another street and a world away
I wonder what you do with this perfect day
Somewhere inside the city lines
Another street and a world away
I wonder what to do with this perfect day
Without you here to fill my time
I pick a new distraction"