I get in from work at 2a.m. And sit down with a beer Turn on the late night t.v. And then wonder why I'm here It's meaningless and trivial And it washes over me And once again I wonder Is this all there is for me
Here I am again Look at me again Here I am again On my own Trying hard to see What there is for me Here I am again On my own
Life seems so pathetic I wish I could live it all behind This canvas chair, this bed, These walls that fall in on my mind Hold on for something better That just drags you trough the dirt Do you just let go or carry on And try to take the hurt
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