We all want to feel like we have a purpose
 We're all just numbers in the end we're time traveling
 Turn the lights off
 Turn the lights off, where do we go from here?
 [bad word] round' the bend
 When you're not plannin' our escape
 September is such a trend when the leaves fall red
 We bow our heads to the dead, we bow our heads
 funeral for a good friend, to the dead
 (un funerale per un buon amico, per i morte)
 You still swim around in the sound,
 The Long Island Sound
 I can still see you swimming around
 You'll never let me drown
 In the sound, you swim around
 When the whistle blows, you know it's time to go