Nights    tenderly drift    losing my grip    losing the 5th or the 6th or the 7th thing on my mind       days spiraling past    trapped in the glass    but in the snapshot I don't feel enchanted    or alive       everybody's smiling I can see my face inside the summer crowd    the apparition of these faces brings you in and gently puts you down       softly on the 153 with sunlight in my eyes    dawn comes so uneasily they never shut the lights    and I'm going nowhere tonight       maybe there's a reason for the people and the times    softly on the 153 with sunlight in my eyes    but I'm going nowhere tonight       everybody's smiling I can see my face inside the summer crowd    the apparition of these faces brings you in and gently puts you down