Master the Treadmill with Ok Go (Continuous Mix) - OK Go

When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn.

No one back in traffic school had

told us there are signs that can't be learned.

Geography's too stubborn and people are too clear,

so let's go find a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell.

Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons, and years.

We'll stay for years.

Red and white for blood cells, red and white for wine.

They could be the whole damn spectrum if

we'd all just let them. Lord, it's such a crime...

Working on an inch less waistband in the

strip mall wasteland outside of this town,

or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen

more,

everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.

The fix is in.

Let's go back to Boston. Forget about the turn.

Atlases and gas station attendants are none of our concern.

We'll forge a little life dear (oh dear) and double down our debts,

and I guess it stands to reason that the passing seasons will

slowly dull regrets.

Working on an inch less waistband in the strip mall wasteland

outside of this town,

or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen

more,

everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.

The fix is in.