Everyone's asleep but me   Breathing softly but thinking hardly   This is a key frame for me   Making sense of it and thinking up a better end   And the clock's keeping me away   With every trip I take a little further out   I can't get trees to come my way   I can't get them to stay a little longer than I wake   I know what you're thinking:   "I don't know what you're thinking"   But it's alright to drive on highways   Think of nothing   Try to phase out the ones that harm you   This is a key frame for me   Making sense of and thinking up new   Before I knew how   This is a good place for me   Try not to regret   What happened to that little kid?