Peanut Factory, Pt. I

Put me in place, before you give me my space Space that I didn't even order What's my name? Where am I from? These questions I ask myself on a close to daily basis Retain my sanity as I try, and I try Try, as I may June, July, how quickly does time fly Summer has passed me by Like a train on solid ice And I sit here… Watching cars full of people Cause our song was written from a hotel window, and They don't even know Close to how it goes We've never seen this factory Know nothing of its cold steel beams But one thing that we're sure of This life won't pass you by if you try