Holding Pattern

Six o'clock, the crickets stop The sky fills up with light Was it the rain or a southbound train That woke me up last night? It's just this game, makes me insane I wonder where we're going Clear a path for earth to pass I just wish we could stop Around in circles Far from the ground Waiting to put this thing down Where was I Tuesday night? Where was I this morning What this is is not real life At least it isn't boring I can't open my mouth to speak I can't open my eyes Someone press pause, wrap me in gauze And turn the lights off Around in circles Far from the ground Waiting to put this thing down Around in circles Far from the ground Waiting to put this thing down Whoa, oh, waiting to put this thing down