This time is real, 

I feel it passing through the telephone, 

No one is home now, 

No one is home. 

These stacks, 

They keep me down, 

So I build some more. 

America is just a word but I use it. 

Language keeps me locked and repeating. 

This time is real, 

I see it passing by the avenue, 

Nothing to do now, 

There's nothing to do. 

I see them spinning on, 

So I spin out. 

America is just a word but i use it. 

Language keeps me locked and repeating.