| This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us | 
| It’s time to make our move, I’m shakin' off the rust | 
| I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here | 
| I’m staring down myself, counting up the years | 
| Steady hands, just take the wheel | 
| Every glance is killing me | 
| Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead | 
| Stop and stare | 
| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere | 
| Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared | 
| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh | 
| They’re tryin' to come back, all my senses push | 
| Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could | 
| Steady feet, don’t fail me now | 
| Gonna run till you can’t walk | 
| Something pulls my focus out | 
| I’m standing down | 
| Stop and stare | 
| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere | 
| Yeah I know that everyone gets scared | 
| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh | 
| Stop and stare | 
| You start to wonder why you’re 'here' not 'there' | 
| And you’d give anything to get what’s fair | 
| But fair ain’t what you really need | 
| Stop and stare | 
| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere | 
| Yeah I know that everyone gets scared | 
| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh | 
| Stop and stare | 
| I start to wonder why you’re 'here' not 'there' | 
| And you’d give anything to get what’s fair | 
| But fair ain’t what you really need | 
| Stop and Stare |