Jimmy Stewart Museum

If I knew where I was going

I wouldn't be on board

I'd eject myself

From the flight

And helicopter down

Like a flake in a snow globe

Lucky Luke on the slow road

Getting to the end

Thumb my nose on the crossroads

Thought about this sentence

For a year

Was afraid to put it down

Thinking suffering is real

And every hour, I

Escaped it was a steal

Now, everything is still

More or less, I

Ideal

Always out of bounds

Always out of bounds

I'm here if you want me

I'm here if you want me

Never coming down

But I'll be here in the morning

Wasn't really going anywhere

When I ran out of myself

In the New World, on a meal plan

Near the Jimmy Stewart Museum

And my world was all burger buns

I picked your class 'cause it's a 101

Allergic to the wind

Blowing smoke at the window

Never coming down

I aim to liberate the pixel

All over the nation, all over the nation, all over the nation, all over the nation

Ah, ah, ah