Out of station through my radio
Nothing's on
It's like a joke that's told without its final line
Where's it going?
Where had it belonged?

I know
I'm trying
I'm trying to wake up
Wake up

And I tell by you way too far
Looking back I had a casing
Sentimental suns and shade
Would they ever spin around?

Foward
They're trying
They're trying
And so they do

In the call of a new world
As I climb to the next floor
Haven't we met before
Under brighter skies above
Above