I wait for the postman to bring me a letter. And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better. And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Let's go back, back to the beginning. Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned. 'Cause perfect, it didn't feel so perfect. Tryin' to fit a square into a circle was no life, I defy.
The Sunday morning blue's always about you. That I wake up alone in a big room. Got myself to blame for all my bad moods. And I really wish that I didn't feel this way.
Is anybody out there?. Does anybody see?. That when the lights are off. Something's killing me. . I know it seems like people care. Cause they're always around me.