Petrol fumes, car show rooms
Your name torn from the corner of a page in my book
I'll wait 'til the postman leaves
Hear the noise from a tv out on the street
I'm glad you're making tracks
I'm glad it's all under wraps
Cos i'm so out of time
Like stone caked on stone
Liquor green lights by your window
They don't know what's really going on below
I'm glad you're making tracks
I'm glad it's all under wraps
I'm glad you're making tracks
I'm glad it's all under wraps
Cos I'm so out of time
Like stone caked on stone
Yeah I'm so out of time