all this distance really hurts    conversion scale just does not work   metric tons, two minus one   bottle caps in a pocket change tray   weight is constant and heavy   bottle caps in a pocket change tray      centimeters, inches, feet   they just can't compete   with all the while and all the miles   two three three two Fulton street   and its the haps you have a plane to catch   the weight is pulling deep inside you   the wait is anything but easy   Perhaps the story always ends with me   and its the haps you have a plane to catch and you   bottle caps in a pocket change tray      I think I get it, I think I understand   the way we bend it didn't make sense   it never did   well it's wrong for you my dear      See her in a magazine   How's everything on her scene?   Read her in the interview   It wasn't half bad she said it's   late now i'm in bed and tired   and I'm quite drunk enough to explain for awhile of   why i never wrote or called or   why i never did anything at all   i know you're in my bed alone and   try and block out the drone of   passtime it's just a month we had   and she was right it wasn't that bad   Somehow it just might make sense   I think I get it, I think I understand      still i wonder if i wander then what's next