Trip

(álbum: Rubber - 1999)

Hey there shut the door on your way out
Cause this is getting shameful
And I feel I don't know my name and number
I was standing there with my two cents
And now I'll never get to spend it
Cause it seems like checkmate
This game is over

And now you're fading out of sight
You can hate it if you want to
You'd sell your shoes to get it right
Yeah right...like I believe in anything anyway
Oh yeah I know what you're thinking
Save me the same old trip to nowhere
Cause I'm not going anywhere
Surprise surprise I gave in
And once again you'll get your own way
Cause I know you'll only take it anyway

Lately things are changing around here
I'm in need of a vacation
I mean I don't know why my friends are
I can't see it get any better
I'm losing my direction
I mean I don't know where I'm going