Passengers - Aloha

You and I, we share the quetest commute

Me and my umbrella and your silent moves

The bus is overcrowded, the trains were never built

Though it may never be the quickest, it’s the route I choose

I have nothing to do

I’ll sit and watch for you

As the rain collects another afternoon

The decay is nearly done

It’s the end of everyone

Leave your passtimes for your livingroom

You’re a growing presence in my ever shrinking universe

Coasting into squirrel hill I share it with you

I have so much to say

We’ve rambled on a winter’s worth of details

The snow I quantify

We’re adding up two lives

Too much of anything is wrong

Too much of anything is wrong

You’re the one that follows me for blocks

I have seen your face in the windows of cars

You’re the one that follows me for days

I have seen your shadow, it’s a lost cause

The neighborhood has closed

I stumble home, diamonds on the sidewalk

Another memory stoned

You won’t leave me alone

Too much of anything is wrong

Too much of anything is wrong