We're caught in a landslide
 The [bad word] 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 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
 And you never should worry
 Your hours will now be as long
 As the days that you hurried
 And months when it all seemed wrong
 And 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