Livin that familiar song again too young to know
I'm feelin numb again Can't let it show
Living all my days in riddles and songs
not enough rights and way too many wrongs.
Turn back the hands upon these clocks,
this town aint got enough blocks
for me to wander on,
to wonder what went wrong.
Its like a bottle without the rum,
and like the morning without the sun.
A smile without a face
and just who brought me to this wretched place?
Living in a deja vu
day after day, these thoughts never new.
Too old now, to go back
Always my life in riddles and songs,
always wondering, all the night long.