Here I am just sittin' around
With an old piano in a vacant room
And the same old feelin's 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 can't make music
No I can't make rhyme
No I can't do anything
To take me away this time

I know it's an old cliche to say
I feel I'm gonna die
And I hear it's goin' out to cry
So I'm gonna say some kind words to you
I like to wish you luck