Lyrics on tamarack - tommy oeffling

They are not astronauts, nor sinking feelings
Out behind the cold, beyond the bus doors
Generalized as residue
Derailing simple-minded views beneath our window-shopping
Pass the trailhead north of us for views
So come back soon
I'm breaking up the room
And soon, I'll be the one forgotten
They are not socialized to take your cues
To make me soothe the hopeless feeling
Of spending time apart