Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
when things behind the smiles ain't ok
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
where I can be see everything
cause this paranoia's getting old
Oh it's gettin' so old it's gettin' so old
Harmonica solo
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke
empty bag of excuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them
and under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my
head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath
and try and try again