It's 8 AM, day starting
I'm not wondering
If it's going to rain, if I'm going to be late
I'm thinking just one thing:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make contact

It's afternoon, home sweet home soon
But I'm barely aware
I'm out in space, putting out as much of me as I can spare:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make contact

If we're not talking, if we're not touching, what are we?

It's 11 PM, everyone's sleeping or at least on their way
I'm still awake, still contemplating, waiting for a collision today:

How can I, how can I, how am I going to make contact

If we're not talking, if we're not touching, what are we?