| You were living five lives in one
|
| Taking everyone’s coat
|
| Why can’t you show them
|
| What you’ve got in your cloak?
|
| Cold hand on my shoulder
|
| A star begins to beam
|
| That’s when you show me
|
| Your souvenir from a dream
|
| Empty handed, I awake
|
| Just when I thought I had
|
| So much at stake
|
| Seems you’ve got something to say
|
| Why don’t you say it?
|
| (No mister, this is Plattsburgh…
|
| Gotta go back to the junction
|
| About five miles…
|
| I think you’ve come the wrong way…
|
| You were supposed to make a right turn)
|
| Thirty lights in a row
|
| Every one of them green
|
| How it reminds me
|
| Of your souvenir from a dream
|
| Empty handed, I awake
|
| Just when I thought I had
|
| So much at stake
|
| Seems you’ve got something to say
|
| Why don’t you say it?
|
| You were living five lives in one
|
| You were living five lives in one
|
| (Mister, you went the wrong way…
|
| I think you better go back…
|
| Should have made a right turn…
|
| I don’t think this is where you want to go…
|
| No, you better just go back…
|
| I think you made a wrong turn somewhere.) |