Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York   My baseball mitt collects dust on the floor of my car.   And I sort of secretly hope he's not there to stay...   But anyway...   I hope Sam's a famous actor one day...      Sometimes I dream I'm driving across the water   In a car with my dad or my brother...   Sometimes you dream you're in a foreign country   And you packed all the wrong clothes...      Cars up on the overpass   Fake the sound of waves   I can feel the building shaking   pacing pacing pacing pacing      By the bedroom window   spying dirty eating urban birds...   Picking myself apart   Waiting for you to get home from work...      Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York   I don't know what to do with do-nothing days   I suppose there's no such thing anymore anyway...   I suppose that's okay...      Cars up on the overpass   Fake the sound of waves   I can feel the building shaking   pacing pacing pacing pacing