Here I am just sittin around

With an old piano in a vacant room

And the same old feelins come again

So uncertain hurtin scared

I though I grew, but here I am again

Shoulda seen the train be passin thru.

I thought I knew



And I cant make music

No I cant make rhyme

No I cant do anything

To take me away this time



I know its an old cliche to say

I feel Im gonna die

And I hear its goin out to cry

So Im gonna say some kind words to you

I like to wish you luck