Red Line

Starting off with 10 minutes for hire Every seat's taken, suspiciously still Hey man you're my neighbor Haven't you seen me round Every word misses and brushes the ground It's an antechamber for the rest of the day Usually quiet from liquid-crystal haze It's killing me to see my friends this way A weary speaker box makes osmosis For weary travelers off to focus Somehow relieved to be shuffling once more This empty hour is such a chore It's a superorganism Lack of motion is taboo Won't you think of all the Think of all the people next to you How can sitting close on electric mobile homes Be a distance felt too far The loneliest of people stuffed inside a red box car So tactfully divided As to not be uninvited Yeah it's killing me to see my friends this way I've never seen this before No, no This sedentary huddle is sailing through the night But this tiny little bubble is ready to ignite Hold a candle to this shy little bubble And it'll go off