Lyric

Flowing west to east, I drift along

I’m just a barcode in the corner

On a speeding train, I fall asleep

Nodding quietly, as if in agreement

Not as bright as I imagined

Gray skies suit me perfectly

I don’t look at pretty sunsets

I watch the damp night sky instead

It rushes in, face to face

A mirror reflecting back…

Barcode

Just a barcode in the corner

Flowing east to west, I drift along

Pushed by the crush of weary bodies

A rush-hour massage I never asked for

Flowing west to east, I drift again

I sleep with my head hanging low

Not because it feels good

I saw, I felt, I thought I knew

I rejoiced, I cried, I laughed too

Not just something to be put aside

Not mustard in the fridge

But still, here I am, still, here I am

A withered tie, a barcode

A withered tie, a barcode

Flowing east, flowing west

I’m just a barcode in the corner

Withered tie

Barcode