Empty

Well, I'd like to be the staircase next to the escalator
The end page after the publicator
The promise made by the record label, so empty
Yes, I'd like to be the harvest made in the dead of winter
The mind of a man who's a true beginner
The threats of parents who love their children, so empty

Well, I'd like to be lonely
A little less city, more country
Head like static of a TV
And eyes full of nothing but the oak trees
So tell me, tell me, tell me
Would you come see?
I think we'd look good, a little empty
Oh, and you know we're only 20
Something telling me we need to leave

Oh, I'd like to be the hands of the players behind the winners
The lawns of a campus when exams are given
A voicemail sent from an auto system, so empty
Could you tell that my mind is racing without a finish?
A checkered flag would be a great decision
I think it's time that I chase the feeling, go empty

Well, I'd like to be lonely
A little less city, more country
Head like static of a TV
And eyes full of nothing but the oak trees
So tell me, tell me, tell me
Would you come see?
I think we'd look good, a little empty
Oh, and you know we're only 20
Something telling me we need to leave