Slow Motion

Why can’t I watch you?
Growing in slow motion
I can feel you starting
I can feel you slowing
Going down the road
In this out of control locomotive
That is not stopping
For no one
You bottle me
In your pocket and explode
Give me something
And I don’t know what it’s for
And right when it starts to feel like home
It’s time to go
You’ll be looking
At a depression in the sand
At the silhouette
Of an unfolded hand
If there’s nothing
At the finish of our plan
We can just start over
Right back where we began
If it doesn’t
Happen too fast
It’s gonna happen real slow
It will just slip out your fingers
And you won’t even notice
Which way it went
Which way it goes
Why can’t I watch you?
Growing in slow motion
I can feel you starting
I can feel you slowing
Going down the road
In this out of control locomotive
That is not stopping
For no one
You bottle me
In your pocket and explode
Give me something and
I don’t know what it’s for
And right when it starts
To feel like home
It’s gonna slip out your fingers and
You don’t even notice
Which way it went
Which way it goes