Critical Mass - No. 2

You walk down seeing stars

Like you’re just coming off of the ice

You’re lit by the passing cars

The third time they passed you tonight

And you’re happy to be this scared

And you’re thrilled to move this fast

And you leave the curb in mid air

And your foot comes down with a crash

They all want to put you at ease

They all want to pay you in cash

They’re happy when you’re down on your knees

You’re finally at the critical mass

But you look so out of place

Underneath flourescent lights

Like you’re visible from outer space

Like a brand new satellite

They all want to put you at ease

They all want to pay you in cash

They’re happy when you’re down on your knees

You’re finally at the critical mass

You never thought he’d ever believe

You’d go around and call him trash

And now, you know he’ll never be

You’re finally at the critical mass

Yeah!

But you were born under shattered stars

And they just let you out on the ice

You were made out of separate parts

And they only came together tonight

They all want to put you at ease

They all want to pay you in cash

They’re happy when you’re down on your knees

You’re finally at the critical mass

You never thought he’d ever believe

You’d go around and call him trash

And now, you know he’ll never be

You’re finally at the critical mass

Yeah!