Can you smell my desperation. From miles, miles away?. Can you tell I like temptation. Less and less, every day?. Can you see my situation. Start to decay, hey.
Maybe it's time that I was leaving. I got a long way to go. I'm through with all that make-believing. Getting blood from a stone. Should've already known.
I think I'll go for a walk. Cause it's a nice day for it. Tune out the talk. Take a breath and start again. And where I'll go, oh, I don't know. The path will show, oh, oh.