The Other Side The Dismemberment Plan

Well there are times
When you will not like the sound of my voice
There are days when a warm look from a strange face
Will make me forget my name

And there are nights
When you wonder where the party's at now
And you wonder why you never split this beat scene
When a higher life awaits

And there are days
When you don't know how you picked the wrong life
In a second when it's over in our own minds
And it's gone without a sound

And there are fights
That'll hear things that we know we don't mean
And we say 'em cause we don't know what we both want
And we can't get to the other side

There are years
That'll fly like winds across a floodplain
Unaware of it's own weight, free of friction
And immune to it's own speed

There are weeks
That'll crawl like slugs across a hot road
Only moving cause it just don't know how to stop
On a search for God knows what