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.