The Walkmen Follow

It's like a joke thats told with out its final line
Where's it going where had it round
I know, I'm trying I'm trying to wake up, wake up

And I tell by you way too far looking back
I had a casing sentimental suns and shade
Won't they ever spin around forward
They're trying, they're trying and so they do

In the call of a new world as I climb to the next floor
Haven't we met before under brighter skies above, above?

And in a way its fine we're walking through wind
Unfamiliar scenes we're choking on it
And we're shaking hands with someone we don't know now
Wake up, wake up

It's like a joke thats told with out its final line
Where's it going where had it round