Holding Pattern

Six o'clock, the crickets stop

The sky fills up with light

Was it the rain or a southbound train

That woke me up last night?

It's just this game, makes me insane

I wonder where we're going

Clear a path for earth to pass

I just wish we could stop

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Where was I Tuesday night?

Where was I this morning

What this is is not real life

At least it isn't boring

I can't open my mouth to speak

I can't open my eyes

Someone press pause, wrap me in gauze

And turn the lights off

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Around in circles

Far from the ground

Waiting to put this thing down

Whoa, oh, waiting to put this thing down