Porcupine Tree

Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late
I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions,
it..."
Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead
And I'm trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week