It's Not

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit.
A wire travels underground to a vacant lot,
where something I can't see interrupts the current.
And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot.
And from behind the screen,
it can look so perfect.
But it's not.

So here I'm sitting in my car
at the same old stoplight.
I keep waiting for a change,
But I don't know what.
So red turns into green turning into yellow
but I'm just frozen here on the same old spot.
And all I have to do is press the pedal.
But I'm not.
No, I'm not.

Well people are tricky
You can't afford to show
Anything risky
Anything they don't know
The moment you try
Well kiss it goodbye.

So baby kiss me like a drug
Like a respirator.
And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut.
Where I get lost in space
that goes on forever.
And you may call the rest
just an afterthought.
And I believe its you
who could make it better
But its not.
No, its not
No, its not.

                         --Aimee Mann