Marquee

So now you are a tree*

C'mon lift up your arms high

Today you see that you can be

Higher than the marquee

Buzzing in the city

Oh, and that all of this, is tiny

There's nothing you can say

That'll be heard over

That squealing megaphone

Underneath the marquee

Buzzing in the city

So you can stop your screaming

And the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long

The highway that I flew on was grounded and

The only thing that's me here is what she sees

So never mind the warmth

Between all that you see

Never mind what they may love

Underneath the marquee

Buzzing in the city

You can't stop your screaming

And the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long

The highway that I flew on was grounded and

The only thing that's me here is what she sees

Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long

The highway that I flew on was grounded and

The only thing that's me here is what she sees

And she sees me, and she sees me, and I'll go how she

sees

(Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long)

And she sees me, and I'll go how she sees

(The highway that I flew on was grounded and)

And she sees me, and I'll go how she sees

(The only thing that's me here is what she sees)