It's 11 am, where the hell am I?
Is it up time again?
It seems I just closed my eyes
As I wipe out the sweat of the last nights' disguise
Well, sharp ? at noon, I have a lobby call
The light burns my eyes and I start to crawl
The bus leaves soon but I don't care at all
And as the years begins to show me
My life and times are mad, I see
The years I hear I've burnt and dreamed, and changed
Well, it's just another roleless drive
Something dying deep inside
Never felt so tired and all alone
It's just ten thousand lonely miles
Till I hold your hand
And see you smile
A month has passed and I'm a little stoned
I'm on my way home
