Songtext von Slow Poke

I am a slow poke Living in a fast, fast, fast world I'll follow the leader Be the end of the line at the never-ending curl I am what's left behind Left behind Left behind I am a keepsake Standing in place as you shuffle through your day Until the Goodwill takes me I disappear into the thrown out display (Chorus) I am suitcase Somehow forwarded into the wrong aero-plane Easily replaced By vouchers that get you exactly the same thing (Chorus) Your arms can't reach this low to pick me up Your arms can't reach this low to pick me up Your arms can't reach this low to pick me up, to pick me up You've gone away from me Away from me Away from me Away from me There is no hope or certainty That you'll be back someday Your arms can't reach this low to pick me up Your arms can't reach this low to pick me up (Chorus)