It's called agency Write it on your arm Fed up with the wait and see Tripped silent alarm There is a place I know A few hours north Right off the interstate When it's time, we'll meet there But I've got a few years left Misunderstanding sentiment Of being younger than you thought Of shaping up to shake the rot You'd think that one little slip Would take you to someone else's dream The way you remember his voice And the words that invented the scene Some out of context universe I never see you But I know it hurts Out of context, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts