Well I would hurry up and then wait and then fall back asleep, and find some clothes on the floor.
Still get this terrible dream sometimes about a test I forgot to study for.
Abandon all of the things I'm forgetting, jump the stairs, blast a hole in the door.
And I don't know why this feeling still hits me; nobody even lives here anymore.
And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers.
And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour.

Big ugly knot in the bottom of my stomach, there's a cost to always being in drive.
Things kind of snap into focus a little when you're down to just trying to survive.
Go back to being a jumble of a person if I somehow escape here alive.
Just trying to make my way out of this Goddamn city by 7:45.
And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers.
And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour.

Pick up some speed on the way out of Broadmont.
Smash up and open some Pop Tarts.
Pass the Washington Boulevard cameras.
And keep an eye out for unmarked cop cars.
And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers.
And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour.
Yeah I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour.