[Verse 1]
Waiting for an answer
Waiting for a line
If the words won't come to me
Then I won't waste my time

[Chorus]
Oh, don't look down
You've really done it now
My breath to save, if all I say is patiently unwound

[Verse 2]
Today I will not listen
And I don't want to write
Make-believe I'm far from me
And then I'll be alright

[Chorus]
Oh, don't look down
You've really done it now
My thoughts, they will unravel and come patiently undone

[Outro]
It's kind of funny
It's kind of cold
If there's a meaning
You've got to find it on your own
Past the frustration
And lack of control
Through the creation
Got to keep my eyes on the road
Outside of reason
Outside of pride
It's no confession
There's really nothing more to hide
Dig for a minute
Dig for some soul
But hit on a limit and
Throw it in another hole

Late to the money
Late to the show
Can't get a ticket
And now there's nowhere left to go
Train at the station
Train moving slow
Why pay attention?
It's really getting fucking old

It's kind of funny
It's kind of cold
If there's a meaning
You've got to find it on your own