sometimes i feel like an arrow
fired at something, somewhere, long ago
whether it moved, or i missed, where i'm bound
i don't yet know
if you see me coming
i'll probably pass you by
on my way to something, somewhere, sometime
sometimes i find myself reeling,
listing and rolling in a plastic sea
their signs and signals bidding for attention from me
so turn on your sleigh and i will turn on mine
and we'll hum and go like
something, somewhere, sometime
and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
i had good intentions
if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
it happens all the time
you remind me of a reason
had by someone so many years ago
send words through wires, build highways from coast to coast
but those words fell short, your roads have worn with time
on our way to something, somewhere, sometime
and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
i had good intention
if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
cause it happens all the time
sometimes i feel like an arrow
fired at something, somewhere, long ago
fired at something, somewhere, long ago
whether it moved, or i missed, where i'm bound
i don't yet know
if you see me coming
i'll probably pass you by
on my way to something, somewhere, sometime
sometimes i find myself reeling,
listing and rolling in a plastic sea
their signs and signals bidding for attention from me
so turn on your sleigh and i will turn on mine
and we'll hum and go like
something, somewhere, sometime
and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
i had good intentions
if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
it happens all the time
you remind me of a reason
had by someone so many years ago
send words through wires, build highways from coast to coast
but those words fell short, your roads have worn with time
on our way to something, somewhere, sometime
and if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
i had good intention
if i've wounded you, i'm sorry
cause it happens all the time
sometimes i feel like an arrow
fired at something, somewhere, long ago