when i walk this town, i’m not alone 
i’ve left my stories there in stone 
the valley, the empire 
the hills to the promenade 
at times it’s so crowded 
they drown my remaining thoughts 
(if you’re hollow, think of tomorrow) 
i’ll follow, wherever you go 
(you know you’re not broken, this is not your end) 
we’ll write it together, wherever we land 
like extras moving, indistinct 
always in the shot, but not the scene 
the concrete, the excess 
it’s midnight, i’ve lost the thread 
i can’t feel the present 
i think of the past instead 
(chorus) 
i can make it back if i’m with you 
let’s get away to someplace new