Through the transfer
There’s always something lost forever
A picture of my family tree
But it don’t look like me

And they speak with such unbearable slowness
With such pretty voices
But I can’t stick around

One less bird on the wire
A couple bucks left on the pass
You say you’re just a walking guy
But I don’t have the nerve to ask

After, I got what I came here for
The rumblings of disbelief
The calamity

I did a trust fall with the streets
And the heart plays by heartbreak rules
When you come around
I won’t be around