Stop now, would you really want to know?
Living in the underglow, holding on by a waist band
Stop now, would you really like the change?
Hoping for the grander days, never wanna see a dead end
My mind's living in a cul-de-sac where the people never learned good tact
And it's hard to find a way out
Their eyes always in a molten glow
Burdened by the after tones of another day stretched out, and spaced in
Why would I be changed for this?
I could never figure it out, until now...
Stop now, old man grasping stones
Thinking how "this aint my home, now everyday's a weekend"
Stop now, everything's a muted sound
Maybe I can show you how, I've been underneath this weight and right now
Until now... When you're running out of time... That's alright...
When you're lonely all the time...