Traffic is at a standstill
And I can't see the moon through the city lights
And I'm staring out a window at a life on foreign soil
The city's changing, lady, but some people stay the same 

I'm not looking for a hero 
I'm just waiting for simplicity 
Because it used to be so simple 
Living my life on so little 
Before I started admitting what gets the best of me 

And I wait with bated breath for the pieces that were left 
You cant teach them what you don't know 
I'm standing on the overpass 
With shredded paper and broken glass

There's got to be a single better place to talk this over 
Where you can tell me about my failings 
Or is it enough to know I'm fine with them 
If it's good enough I'll embrace it 
And it's close enough, so close I can taste it 
These days are my days and that will never change