Barely alive on 2 AM airline Past is just the places I've passed The windows were tinted, my eyes were half shut My focus is fragile if my heart is a glass Here lies the ruins of a little known author There go the ashes of a dying dream It's hard to sit down when your hometown is a greyhound Now I'm exhausted and there's no time to sleep It's you, climb down It's mine It's you, climb down Gathering leaves from a once beautiful tree Which no one else will have the chance now to see Or climb, gone, gone, gone Burning miles at a time Mine, mine, mine, mine Mine, mine, mine, mine (Mine is mine, mine is mine) (Mine is mine, mine is mine) Mine, mine, mine, mine (Mine is mine, mine is mine) (Mine is mine, mine is mine) Mine, mine, mine, mine