I Hate It Here

Keep the skies over the roads
and your heart inside your clothes
So you wont lose
The kindof things you've lost

Cause we are all machines and parts
No more feelings then the cars
That drive us to the places
That you and I have ever gone

Loose ends they win battles
And grown men grow up to cry
Nobody ever tells you that someday youll want to die

Loose ends they win battles
And grown men grow up to cry
Nobody ever tells you how to say goodbye

Keep the skies over the roads
And everybody just as close
So when they meet again
You're already gone

Cause we are all ideas of loss
And it was your idea to stop
And show your age
While you wait for day to come.