You have your guides to you
And they're way too helpful, way too much comes through
Leave room
To for once in your life go home, worth unproved
And the earth unmoved
Leaving on a jet bus
Sitting next to just us
Diesel updraft, gliding on
Oakland airspace, riding the ailerons

Live a day not as if it were your last
But as if at night, and that day had just passed
Big old shoeliner crashed
And all that's left of you is what your mom and dad
Understand, and lovers might
Yell in your face late at night
Which could get proved wrong in the faintest light

Maybe turned in for the pay
Maybe called to end that way
Maybe just as if to say
This strange murder is what we do all day