Nada Surf

Paper Boats

sit on a train, reading a book

same damn planet every time i look

try to relax and slow my heartbeat

only works when i�m dead asleep

been thinking and drinking all over the town

must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down

all i am is a body floating down-wind

what�s wrong?

nothing

are you sure nothing�s wrong?

yeah

but you�re sad about something

yeah

so tell me what

i don�t know

i can�t tell you

all i am is a body floating down-wind

as the express train passes the local

it moves by just like a paper boat

although it weighs a million pounds

i swear it almost seems to float

and as we pass by each other

our heads all full of bother

we can�t look, we can�t stop

we can�t think, we can�t stop

because we�re stuck in our own paths

and it�s the way it always lasts

and i need something more from you