Lyrics:

It's Getting Late For Scribbling And Scratching On The Paper
something's Gonna Give Under This Pressure
and The Cracks Are Already Beginning To Show
it's Too Late
the Weekend Career Girl Never Boarded The Plane
they Said This Could Never Happen Again
oh, So Wrong, So Wrong

this Time It Seems To Be Another Misplaced Rendezvous
this Time, It's Looking Like Another Misplaced Rendezvous
with You
the Parallel Of You, You
you

on The Outskirts Of Nowhere
on The Ringroad To Somewhere
on The Verge Of Indecision
i'll Always Take The Roundabout Way
waiting On The Rain
for I Was Born With A Habit, From A Sign
the Habit Of A Windswept Thumb
and The Sign Of The Rain