I'm a cable car, you shake the wires I hang off
And the games you play
It's not just you they're doing wrong
People fall to their demise, but you and I, we're doing fine
So I guess that's fine
And I left you sleeping with an address by your bed
'Cause no one writes real letters anymore, oh, oh
Hey firetruck, dim your lights
The red paint peeled off
Underneath was blue all along
You could have picked a lighter shade
I know a girl with two grazed knees and I like her
Yeah, I like her
'Cause perfection screams a lack of adventure
I swear I'll never miss an adventure
So say you'll never miss an adventure
At best we're amateur cartographers and terrible photographers
I'll hang these maps on your wall
And I'll just spin and point to find the best path to follow
We'll never miss an adventure, we won't
And I left you sleeping with an address by your bed
'Cause no one writes real letters anymore, oh, oh
Hey firetruck, shut your eyes
'Cause you and I, we're doing fine
To me that's fine
I had this dream we ran so far
We forgot where we'd come from
But a dream is, well, a dream
This fucking town is part of me
For the sake of poetry, our paperbacks are worn
Friends fix them up so we wear them more
It's hotel beds and whores
So into the fire
And if I can tell you one thing
Into the fire
It's that I didn't learn any
So into the fire
Except to go easy on myself
Into the fire
And I'll be repaid with a constant heartbeat
So into the fire
Into the fire
So into the fire
Into the fire
The time has come to run
I wrote a speech and then I wrote it off
So into the fire