Table's set, service for two
Got out the glasses and the napkins that I never use
Place is clean, all the lights are on
You're running late because you never think you take that long
Writing down what I want to say
Talking out loud like we're already sitting face to face
"How's the job? How's your new place?"
Back then our conversations didn't have to start this way
After all this time and space
Do I seem okay?
Another night, the same old stars
I wonder if they're laughing at the things we think we are
I wonder if I keep the pedal pushed down to the floor
Can I move faster than the fastest that I've been before
If I turn and walk away
Do I seem okay?
Table's set, the TV's on
A much more normal night with just me and my telephone
Place is clean, the sun goes down
No I'm not lonely I just only want myself around
Taking time and making sure
Those old mistakes are not the ones that I make anymore
Picked up the pieces that had scattered all across the floor
And rearranged 'em so they're stranger than they were before
If I like to live this way
Do I seem okay?
Do I seem okay?
Do I seem okay?
Do I seem okay?