Moon

Woke up in a bed not mine
Didn't feel the indents, the swells and dives
See my limbs were hanging off the ends
Grabbing the sun when it blew in

And all this time I waited to begin
I waited for the cue, someone to push me in
But the moon rise and empties again
Chases no one, get ready, set
Chases no, get ready, set

Camille sees the spaces between
As she's melting layers off this scene
She says, "you'll always feel sick from home"
"So you might as well just get along and take the simple trip"

'Cause all this time you've waited to begin
You've waited for the cue
Someone to push you in
But the moon sails and empties again
Chasing no one, get ready, set
Chasing no one, get ready, set

Well, I woke up in a life not mine
With a list to do and a means to an end
I've got a jar full of the tokens to do
Slide on into the slot marked 'x'

And all this time I waited to begin
I waited for the cue
Someone to push me in
But the moon's still coming up overhead
Catches no one on this simple trip
Catches no one, get ready, set