Sometimes I like to stick my fingers
where they don't belong
Sometimes I like to fake a fever
and just stay home
'Cause we smile in here
we don't get too close to sadness
'Cause what's holding us
is just about to break
Ain't it funny how
life can drag behind us
just like so much dead weight
Sometimes what feels like
pretty good music
is just the same old song
Sometimes we deal with
bygone bruises
and find it's been too long
But we laugh in here
we don't get too close to sadness
We know good enough
is a thousand miles from grace
Ain't it funny how
life can drag behind us
just like so much
dead weight
And my hometown train
is pulling from the station
And I know for once
I really will be late
And I'll dream that we
can leave the past behind us
just like to much
dead weight
Sometimes I like to stick my fingers
where they don't belong