in days like this I get confused
I'm always tired, I'm always bruised
I look at this life, I see it changing
it's never ending, never ending
and I'm sorry, but my head hurts all the time
I know, I know, you wouldn't mind
the road I used to know by heart
is still out there but where does it start?
I look around to see you
I look around and wonder how
I look around and there's no now
how does it feel when it's raining all the time?
it's in your head, it's in the world outside
I see it poring,
it gets so boring
it's just like Dylan said
it feels like John's dead
