Gold Motel - Brand New Kind of Blue

The newsreel is rolling, words are at an all time cheap
The more they are talking, the less it means to me
A terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound
I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around
Casting off again, not knowing where to land

Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue

Floating through the ceiling, high up over the trees
Saw a panoramic view of my whole history
The city was all buzzing on every wire and track
Through it all I heard a voice calling me to come back
All those birthday cards buried out in the yard
Casting off again, not knowing where to land

Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue

Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue