Mapping out the Interstate My finger prints a figure eight We come around, we've seen this place before.
And climbing up the empire state you hold my hand and hesitate A camera shot, we've seen this place before.
We're welded in gridlock We're watching the wall clock All the literate small talk keeps us sane. We work by the windows Feels soft where the wind blows. All the literate small talk keeps us sane.
In cubicles we simulate A broken wall, a city state We're lost in files, we've seen this place before.
A counterculture elevates We cross it out, we can't erase a sous rature, we've seen this place before.
