drop me off in front never pick me up i want to run around in the fields behind the mall sunny afternoon he explains to me you misinterpret the lines that age your mother s face i hate what you stand for i know what i came for different eyes you can t ignore the street is empty you face the pool you might as well be the last man standing on the earth you set the timer that waters your lawn you give an eerie feeling to the children in your life living by simple means making purpose to dream nothing s ever what it may seem through the trees white satin in the breeze ghost phantom eyes swallow information protect your gated patio living by simple means making purpose to dream nothing s ever what it may seem you don t know where i come from you don t know what i ve seen it s the time in my life to put my mind at ease