My Own Suburb

One day...I won't run
I'll be glued to the ground
They say...Good things come
But they don't stick around
Stuck in a space (stuck in a space)
Wishing I had my own suburb
Wouldn't you know? (wouldn't you know)
This is kinda what I've always wanted

And God pours down all the rain
From His giant aeroplane
And the whole world just complains
Like we've earned some fat parade
We're all waiting for a show
Doesn't mean we have to go

One day...I won't speak
I'll run out of words
Maybe...I could speak
But nothing you aint heard (before)
Stuck in a space (stuck in a space)
I can't see, I'm grounded here
Wouldn't you know? (wouldn't you know)
I can't even act, cuz I can't react

And God pours down all the rain
From His giant aeroplane
On the people that He made
Just to watch 'em make the grade
We're all waiting for a show
Doesn't mean we have to go

Now we stare out at the rain
We can see our future wane
I don't know what was happening
But it was happening to me

There's a place I know I've been
Where I end and I begin
In my own suburb, I'll be free
Free to be who I could be