we re caught in a landslide the minutes come tumbling down and into an hour s time within which a day s worth of work must be planned out and pan out for every week to be worth the weekends of downtime and months of an ennui that kills and years of resentment of everyone s contentment and you can t justify it still i tell you my reasons you don t tell me your inside jokes until i ve gone bitter on every word that you ve spoken and all of your kind words amounting to naught but a token and all their inaction will tumble away with the days and nights of together as we re really not together at all but parallel now i m walking on downtown in a town that is not my home and shopping for breakfast to be eaten all alone and dreaming of houses none of them that i own but that s not my province that s not for what i am known so i gather around me all the little pieces of a song and fit them where they belong so go to your downtown and bring what you ve brought back home you never should worry your hours will now be as long as the days that you hurried and months when it all seemed wrong in all of the action will tumble away with the years and parallel evenings and parallel tracks of our tears and nights of together are where so i gather around me all the little pieces of a song and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong and fit them where they belong