Walking in circles in my neighborhood store
Not knowing what I need and what I need it for
My mind is someplace else and my thoughts go astray
They're desperate to land on something real
Could be the strings on my old parlor guitar
Could be cold and clear sea water At
the end of summer when the sun is still
warm Right there, right then, just letting it
all in
Let in,
let out
My mind is open,
let in, let out
Oh, hell with it, I think I might go get
wasted tonight
Was it ever really a matter of choice?
Can anyone turn down the noise?
All the stuff you love to deal with piling up fast
From here to the cold and lonely halls of government
First world problems I can hear you
say But that doesn't make it go away
Who do you tell it to?
Do you shout it down the aisle?
Do you do your thing and shrug it off all the while?
Let in, let out My heart is open, mine
is woken
Oh, hell
with it, I
think I might go get wasted tonight
loses it game