Bodies cram into hollow tubes that move beneath the ground
Although at large we are the same, the time and place for talk aint now
And so from A to Z, you keep your eyes glued to your legs
Too close to be comfortable, creating distance in your head
We're all alike in that we'd like nothing more than to stay quiet
When you surface circumstances don't seem to change that much
Swarms of bees stand between the place you're going and where you are
The public on this day is a faceless mass that may eat brains
Charge straight them anyway to get to where you may get paid
Until one day there is a crisis
out the corner of your eye you see what appears to be a face you once knew
and would be pleased to see
but years have passed and though you plead she's now heading your way
Pleasantries are exchanged and you try to laugh off your shame
that things have largely remained much the same
Hours after you replay it in your head
but with you saying more interesting things
never dreaming that through the meeting she was thinking much the same