out of a station through my radio nothings on it like a joke thats told with out its final line wheres it going where had it belonged i know i'm trying i'm trying to wake up wake up and i tell by you way too far looking back i had a casing sentimental suns and shade wont they ever spin around foward they're trying they're trying and so they do in the call of a new world as i climb to the next floor haven't we met before under brighter skies above above and in a way its fine we're walking through wind unfamiliar scenes we're choking to live and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now wake up wake up