On nights...

On nights, like these, when the world's a bit amiss
and the lights go down...across the trailer park.
I get down. I feel had.
I feel on the verge of going mad.
And then it's time to punch clock...

I look back, on where I'm from. And then I look what I became. And I still don't know what's going on.

I remember that I always seemed to be worried about something in different ages... But when I look back, I always seem happier than today.

and the strangest things seem, suddenly routine...

I am losing...