Some things are meant to be
Smokestacks stick up out of factories
Like graves in the cemetery
Everything seems slow to me
But I know it all eventually gets up to speed
Call in sick today
And drive your car across the things we used to say
Misplace the secret words we used to hide away
Don't sleep in the abandoned lot
You never know which doors still have locks
Don't get caught
I almost forgot the ways that we'd get lost
The ways that we'd get stopped
The way that we got caught