The walk there was better than the walk home  i feel lucky that there were no streetlights  stowaways walking it off block my sight,  and i've been living like, living like this for miles,  but i cant find what i want to find    we want wallets like steeples that we can climb  to see the parachutes abbreviate whats left of the light  heads like mirrors in the rain arent reflecting right  and i've been looking for something, looking for something for miles,   but i cant find what i want to find    oceans grow older then i cant live under plastic traps that bury the ground  as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder  and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running  we grow older then i cant live under plastic tarps that bury the ground  as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder,   and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running    the walk there was better than the walk home  i feel luckly that there were no streetlights  the oceans grow old but never lose their sight  we keep looking for something in the night  but i cant find what i want to find