When I heard it climb out of your mouth I knew it like my own name Like my home address Such sweet distraction Silent, frozen glass river Tiny helicopters flying low over my house Cackling slow I know its been wild for a while now But the things they say on TV That ain't me I always liked you because you talk about the future So, what do you do with your free time? What ghosts go through you? And me? I sit inside I sit inside and freak out about money and time I always liked you because you talk about the future I always liked you Never had a future before History cuts clean So, where you headed? So, where you going?