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| Here's some cool secular music. |
| Motorcycle Drive By by Third Eye Blind Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower Chelsea, And I don't know what I'm doing in this city, The sun is always in my eyes, It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch, When I came to visit you, That's when I knew, I could never have you, I knew that before you did, Still I'm feeling stupid, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive, Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by, Cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind, And you smile, Say the world doesn't fit with you, I don't believe you, You're so serene, Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, Guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you, And there's things I'd like to do that you don't believe in, I would like to build something, You know its never going to happen, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive, Where's the soul, I want to know, New York City is evil, The surface is everything, But I could never do that, Someone would see through that, And this will be the last time, We'll be friends again, I'll get over you and you'll wonder who I am, And there's this burning, Like there's always been, I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive, I go home to the coast, It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water, Alone, Taste the salt and taste the pain, I'm not thinking of you again, Summer dies and swells rise, The sun goes down in my eyes, See this rolling wave, Darkly coming to take me home, And I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive. |
| "Closing Time" Semisonic |
| Tail of the Sun by Stroke 9 This is the summer that'll never come, It's like someone's holding onto the tail of the sun, I wanna waste time and walk the line, From my beat routine to where I'm feeling alright, I can't hold out, I don't care about offending, The world's descending... I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long, I'm just finding the floor, but when I look down it's gone. This is the way it should always be, I've never had the propensity to work, breed and die, I prefer to spend mine on the fly, The be'ers got to be, and the flee'ers got to flee, But as for me, well... don't worry about me. I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long, I'm just finding the floor, but when I look down it's gone, I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long, I'm just finding the door, but when I turn around, When I turn around it's gone. It seems like today I'm looking back, Well maybe tomorrow I'll see further than my little head allows me to, I'll be cruising then I'll crack, Oh something better happen to these feelings that I'm going through. |
| Run by Collective Soul Are these times contagious? I've never been this bored before, Is this the prize I've waited for? Now as the hours passing, There's nothing left here to insure, I long to find a messenger. Have I got a long way to run? Yeah, I run. Is there a cure among us, From this processed sanity? I weaken with each voice that sings. In this world of purchase, I'm going to buy back memories, To awake some old qualities. Have I got a long way to run? Yeah, I run. |
| I Miss You by Incubus To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold Utopian dream You do something to me that I can't explain So would I be out of line if I said I miss you I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon But I need you to know that I care And I miss you. |
| If You're Gone by matchbox twenty I think I've already lost you I think you're already gone I think I'm finally scared now You think I'm weak, but I think you're wrong I think you're already leaving Feels like your hand is on the door I thought this place was an empire But now I'm relaxed, I can't be sure I think you're so mean, I think we should try I think I could need this in my life I think I'm just scared, I think too much I know this is wrong, it's a problem, I'm dealing If you're gone, maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone, baby you need to come home Cuz there's a little bit of something me In everything in you I bet you're hard to get over I bet the room just won't shine I bet my hands I can stay here I bet you need more than you mind I think you're so mean, I think we should try I think I could need this in my life I think I'm just scared that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling If you're gone, maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone, baby you need to come home Cuz there's a little bit of something me In everything in you I think you're so mean, I think we should try I think I could need this in my life I think I'm just scared, do I talk too much? I know it's wrong, it's a problem, I'm dealing. |
| Next Year by Foo Fighters I'm in the sky tonight, There I can keep by your side, Watchin the wide world riot and hiding out, I'll be coming home next year, Into the sun we climb, Climbing our wings will burn white, Everyone's strapped in tight, We'll ride it out, I'll be coming home next year, Come on get on get on, Take it till life runs out, No one can find us now, Living with our heads underground, Into the night we shine, Lighting the way we glide by, Catch me if I get too high, When I come down, I'll be coming home next year, I'm in the sky tonight, There I can keep by your side, Watching the whole world wind around and round, I'll be coming home next year. |
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