Letra de The List

8 blocks away would put you at the watertowers from my place
What's the difference when you calculate
By crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids?
Twenty-six hundred miles is 45 hours
I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines, and my gas tank's just empty
I don't have the balls, or the wherewithal, or the cash to fill it again
So I guess it's best I stick around the house
Measure my days and metered my years in fear and muscle tension
Meals and the beds that I slept in!
Tried to give a few decent gifts and scribbled a few things off the list
But it still goes something like this
Clean your desk
Write your ex
Do the dishes and your taxes
Throw the shit you don't need away
Call the airline 'bout the fast food scam
Write to Adam
Tape for Craig
Throw the beer bottles and the cans away
Mix some dirt
Underline WORK!
There's never enough time, never enough time
We don't have all the hands we need -
There's not enough you's or me's to be all the places that we want to
There's never enough time, never enough time
I'll siphon these anxieties onto to-do lists
And fidgets and things and things and things...