Stare straight ahead Lights flash on our phone Plugs flicker in the lights Why can't you be more like your brother? Why can't you be more like me? Too many people that I've gotta go and see Too many people that I've gotta be I've got a five-month old son now That you've never seen Why don't you ever come visit? Don't dog me again Too many people that I've gotta go and see Too many people that I've gotta be But I just sit here mesmerised by the lights Flickering on, off, on