Kyle was a wild kid, used to smile big Lit up the room every time he did Well, that's how the song starts Cleo did the star charts, dancing by the bar outside where the cars parked He said, “I'm smarter than I look But I don't look so smart And I can put back together things I took apart Clean the dust on the hood of your crooked heart” There's nothing wrong with trying Whoever told you that was lying She said: I'm gonna kiss you good He said: I wish you would In fact, I'm convinced you should I think I'd like it Well, I know you've had some grandioso heartache And you guide yourself around by shapes the stars make It gets so cold with no one there to hold Obsessing over people we don't know Is there a way, to get away from this, we've made a mess We could sail away or take a plane or take a train from this Perhaps a place so far away that we could take a rest Escape the famous faces and the feeling we've been faking it They had some children coming And they started building something You could hear the thumping of construction And the chugging of combustion Connecting the pieces and scraps Collecting the dreams and beliefs that they had from the trash Making their contraption Spouting steam and ash Well, I know you've had some monumental heartache And you guide yourself around by shapes the stars make Well it gets so cold with no one there to hold Obsessing over people we don't know Right there by the seaside Just above the treeline You can see the steam rise Building a machine In the town where the dreams die Covered in leaves, pine needles, and cheap wine He said: I'm smarter than I look, but I don't look so smart Back together with the things that we took apart And on the flag on the top they drew a crooked heart There's nothing wrong with trying, whoever told you that was lying See you later navigators of the stars and the equator Well, you know we've had our grandioso heartaches And we guide ourselves around by shapes the stars make It gets so cold with no one there to hold Obsessing over people we don't know Well, I know you’ve had some monumental heartache Now we guide ourselves around by shapes the stars make Sometimes it still gets cold when someone's there to hold Obsessing over people we don't know Obsessing over people we don't know Obsessing over people we don't know