Continental Drifters
Mezzanine
Steel train hummin' after Scott starts to sailWell, they shine up like hair railsSouth consume my thoughtI start to pick everything apartLike I would rather sip my milk through a paper strawI reflect on the world that I've seenBetween ground flow and the mezzanine.My shoe lace is bustedBut it won't make the escalator stopShould I get pulled in on topCarefull not to step on my lightIt might become electrofiedStill I draw conclusions on the things I've observedEven before I was eighteenBetween ground flow and the mezzanine.And bees make slum honeyFrom an old dye sewn in a paper cupI'd rather hide than to say, "What's up?"And if I whistle a tuneIt passes off from room to roomStill I'd take time and note the sun shinin' through, it redAll I caught was a daydreamBetween ground flow and a mezzanine.
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