i'm bored, you're boarding the 504 out of town
it's late, so look straight, don't pull your eyes off the ground
you sit and wait across the gate, the minutes stretch themselves so long
you'll never be my destiny, because my destination's wrong right coast, left coast
drifting round and round
i'm lost, always, and i know i can't be found who made these customs i can't seem to get past?
it's no use, since you've been born into a higher class
when i want you, and only you, somehow your baggage comes along
and it never stops, no, it never stops, until i'm back where i belong right coast, wrong coast
drifting round and round
i'm lost, always, and i know i can't be found you can't see me across this great divide
i'm lost, always, if i'm not right by your side back where i belong
back where i belong.
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