The Story Of A Would-be Traffic Light

It’s me in window lift hand to wave
And we’ll make it if we try
It’s you in middle of careless bed
And we’ll make it if we try
Don’t cry, this will be easy…

Hey! Hey, tell me
Hey! Hey, tell me now
Tell me about what you did
Hey! Listen
Watch the ghost on VHS in my mind

You are not where you’re supposed to be
Don’t you see, don’t you see what should be?
No, you are not, not even close to me
Well, you’ll be where you’ll be in a dream
Each night you dress in white and everything you do
blocked out this citizen from growing up with you
I know you wanted this, but I am just a boy
a boy so pitiful and easy to destroy

And it’s a long way down from your skyscraper
It makes a perfect sound, little skyscraper

Green, it’s green, it’s green, it’s green
It’s red, it’s red, it’s red, it’s red
It’s a waste of your energy
No waste at all!
Where were you when the light changed?
Green, it’s green, it’s green, it’s green
(I like change)
It’s red, it’s red, it’s red, it’s red
It’s a waste of your energy…

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