Succinct and square amongst an ebbing flow
Marching on in rapid fire like an addiction to the cause
Seconds etched in our faces, a burden crowding each and every space
Trapped behind the glass, watch the masses move just so

They cry, they deny, but why can't they see between the two lines?
You cry, you lie, but why can't I see between the two lines
Between the two times?

Petrified old fixture cemented into time
Bicentennial of the humble town, its future cast in stone
Loyal to an onslaught of year after year, roads ending where they start
And “what could have been” is a long accepted lie

They cry, they deny, but why can't they see between the two lines?
You cry, you lie, but why can't I see between the two lines
Between the two times of our lives?

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