We're caught in a landslide, the minutes come tumbling down
And into an hour's time, within which a day's worth of work
Must be planned out and pan out for every week to be worth
The weekends of downtime and months of an ennui that kills

And years of resentment
Of everyone's contentment and you
Can't justify it still

I tell you my reasons, you don't tell me your inside jokes
Until I've gone bitter on every word that you've spoken
And all of your kind words amounting to naught but a token
And all their inaction will tumble away with the days

And nights of together
As we're really not together at all
But parallel

Now I'm walking on downtown in a town that is not my home
And shopping for breakfast to be eaten all alone
And dreaming of houses, none of them that I own
But that's not my province, that's not for what I am known

So I gather around me all the little pieces of a song
And fit them where they belong

So go to your downtown and bring what you've brought back home
You never should worry, your hours will now be as long
As the days that you hurried and months when it all seemed wrong
In all of the action will tumble away with the years

And parallel evenings
And parallel tracks of our tears
And nights of together are where?

So I gather around me all the little pieces of a song
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong
And fit them where they belong