You are the shout into the canyons around me
I can feel you echoing everywhere

I watch the clocks like there's a race being ran
And maybe there is but I can't find the starting line
Everyone is sprinting in different directions
The count of seconds is different relative to my distance from you
The father away I get the more I understand what the ticking was

I don't know how to do this again
But someone keeps picking the single track repeat option
And I still respond to every word
But I'm ready to skip ahead to a different song