I listen to the traffic on down below
See the hands on the wheels and the eyes on the road
I look at all those people chasing down their goals
Inside tiny boxes with tiny windows
I can see the future and it dont look good from here
I cant make you believe after all these years
And so my eyes like Frankensteins behold a monster
I see the porch light on, I see him coming home
Meal in the oven, kids off in slumberland
I see you kiss em goodnight, and in the morning you rise
Up fore the traffic flies and out fore you see the whites of their eyes
But I can see your future son, and your past in spite of me
And all that you believe come crashing into the
Lives of your kids and their kids families
Maybe someday things will be different
Maybe someday things will be different
Maybe one day youll see me different
Maybe, but who am I kidding
I can see all the hatred and the beauty,
I can see every kindness, every envy
All the giving, all the greedy, all at once for all eternity
And though sometimes I wish I was blind, I can see
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