I've got this sinking feeling coming up inside I can't let this go into my head I can't be here You can't trust me Everyday I take the long way home. I see nothing of me in the things I own. Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair. Why am I praying to a God I know isn't there? It's the dead of winter. It's freezing cold. I'll just sit here all alone Everyday I take the long way home. I see nothing of me in the things I own. Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair. Why am I praying to a God I know isn't there?