I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by
My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year
I wonder where I'm going from where I'm at and I wonder why I'm still here
The writing on the subway wall
Reminds me why your words don't console me anymore
While I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
This is my last chance to disappear
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
I think I may freeze on the last days of summer time
The local papers always opened up to obituaries and engagements
'Cause I keep track of all the fresh starts and the dying famous
There's a halo of second hand smoke underneath the summer stars
Along with conversations we had on this subway car
The writing on the subway wall
Reminds me why your words don't console me anymore
While I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
This is my last chance to disappear
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
I think I may freeze on the last days of summer time
Remember when, when you said
Take these words and do what you want with them
The writing on the subway wall
Reminds me why your words don't console me anymore
I'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
This is my last chance to disappear
I'm the lucky one
I'm getting out of here
I think I may freeze on the last days of summer time