It feels like time to let the city go
It feels like time to 
program, drive, hike, and go
It feels like time to cut ties loose
Shut your Laptop, do something, anything, to go
It feels like time to fuck or leave
Baby it feels like I choke on voices just to breathe
It feels like time it's time for all
Just black out the windows, 
wake up foreign, 
sell the home
Take me out, drive me down
Let the dirt fall all around me
Baby, ain't it good to be back home?
No, unless I'm burning gasoline to the mountains
Norquay all lit up, yeah, you can count your skis
Baby, ain't it good to be packing away from home?
It feels like just another walk
Like one more dead clown's last hike
Like we're rarely taking pictures of a mountain fall
A hundred feet away
It feels like local time ain't universe time at all
Just black the windows out, wake up foreign south, sell the home