I'm bored, you're boarding the 504 out of town.
It's late, so look straight, don't pull your eyes off the ground.
You sit and wait, across the gate, the minutes stretch themselves so long.
You'll never be, my destiny, because my destination's wrong.
Right coast, left coast,
Drifting round and round.
I'm lost, always, and I know I can't be found.
Who made, these customs, I can't seem to get past?
It's no use, since you've been, born into a higher class.
When I want you, and only you, somehow your baggage comes along.
And it never stops, no, it never stops, until I'm back where I belong.
Right coast, wrong coast,
Drifting round and round.
I'm lost, always, and I know I can't be found.