Separated Songs

Condemned to be forever unable
To give this stupid thing the time that it deserves
I heard a proud few when the windows were gone
All singing the same time to separate songs

Bathed in blue fabric
Ablaze in the western sky
Nine arms-length airport arrival snapshots
You said you worry about me leaving
I fear I’m already gone
Flat tire in the rain
On a late last-call train
You said you’re sympathetic to some mumbled movement

All singing the same time to separate songs
All singing the same time to separate songs
All singing the same time to separate songs

Imagine that focus in real life
Imagine going outside
Imagine not waiting for something to come along
Imagine that focus in real life
Imagine going outside to hear the sweet sound of separate songs

Your forehead up
Against the frozen subway glass
The neon “next stop” light blinks “maybe next year”