Pale Blue

Although we're windswept We're buffered by the trees The past couple of weeks were riddled with unease It'd take several hours to drive Picture living different lives And I'd rather stay inside When I watch the world pass by on someone else's time Is that the sun I'm staring at Is that my visage staring back The turnpike's jammed no turning back And we spin around the cul de sac When I watch the world pass by on someone else's time Is that the sun I'm staring at Is that my visage staring back And we spin around the cul de sac