Текст песни White Chalk - Our Quiet Commotion

Steal a box of chalk
Painting the sidewalk
Anything to pass the time
A chance with the boy you loved
Missed chances fits like a glove
Stand up just to find your place
Fly out, this town is so small
I don't feel like I belong
My eyes focused on the clock
Get out, need to take a walk
I dreamt my dog could talk
I dreamt my dog could walk
Ending every hour we've got
Wake up, see the trees outside
Nowhere, this train moves so slow
White chalk in a sea of ink
Washed out, middle of the night
White chalk in a sea of ink
Washed out, middle of the night
My eyes focused on the clock
Get out, need to take a walk (Wind is picking up)