merging the way
that we did yesterday, wrong direction
the traffic we'll know
the traffic is slow, and thoughtless
the wheel it is still, on the concrete and green, way home
and it is unknown
a divsion unknown, a split decision

climbing the floors and I'm not running
through rift up doors and your not driving
the barrier stands between your hands
I'm sorry

you said I made
you said you said I made a bad decision
I said I made a mistake
failure without recognition
but how would I know
know of what consequence, had I first seen
I kiss you in vain
how california hates, had I'd not been

closing the doors and I am running
plus video stores and you are driving
a battery stands between your hands
I'm sorry

you have got to be the last one standing (9x)