Push the Pig

It only matters if you're gonna count the clock
If we're crawling to a halt.
And we would feel the air grow thick until the world would sleep.

And in the morning you'll be troubled 'for you wake
As your troubles would inflate.
But there are limits to the gambits that your mind can play.

If you look I'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems.
Soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide.
The substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more.
We're calloused 'til we cannot feel the only moments that were real.

And let the evening slowly sail itself away
As it violates the day.
The consequences can't be fenced in by your neighborhood.

So the connections simply as(?) a wait in line.
Though we know that we will find
A happy end for all our friends that never thought they would.

If you look I'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems.
Soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide.
The substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more.
We're calloused 'til we cannot feel the only moments that were real