The newsreel is rolling; words are at an all time cheap
The more they are talking; the less it means to me
Terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound
I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around
Casting off again
Not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue
Floating through the ceiling; high up over the trees
Soft panoramic view of my whole history
The city was all buzzing on every wire and track
Through it all I heard a voice calling me to come back
All those birthday cards; buried out in the yard
Casting off again
Not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
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