It’s a drag
It’s a bore
In this weather
That burns your eyes
It’s burdensome
It’s cumbersome
In this artificial air
That feeds the spaces

I’m on the outside looking in
And if i leave well who’s to say
I’ve been talking aloud but no ones listening
I used to care, used to know
Now there’s nowhere left to go
I'm heading home

It’s under my feet, under my thumb
But i don’t know what it is
That aches inside us
It’s burdensome
It’s cumbersome
That we live in pain
At the top of the game

I'm on the outside of this place
Should I enter through the back
If I should stay right here
Would you come for me?
I used to care, thought to know
Still there’s nowhere left to go
I'm heading home

It’s a drag
It’s a bore
I can open my eyes
To this awful disguise
Climbing trees
Climbing hills
Climbing out of this
Is my only wish

You see me walking down the street
And call for me as it starts to rain
I wish that I could hear
And that you could see
I don’t care
I don’t know
There is nowhere
Left to go
I'm heading home