The newsreel is rolling; words are at an all time cheap The more they are talking; the less it means to me Terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around
Casting off again Not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I'm only passing through The ache of a decade cure is overdue For this brand new kind of blue
Floating through the ceiling; high up over the trees Soft panoramic view of my whole history The city was all buzzing on every wire and track Through it all I heard a voice calling me to come back
All those birthday cards; buried out in the yard Casting off again Not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I'm only passing through The ache of a decade cure is overdue For this brand new kind of blue
