It's been about three weeks now, since I laid in a bed

No rest for my soul I need, A little soul rest for my head

See I've been dancing with possibilities, playing with my razorblade

I lost the thing I though I had, the thing that made me think I had it made



Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up

What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup

My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour

Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door

They showed me the door



It seems it's been forever now, I'm giving up on that bed

I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread

Seeing that there are no more possibilities, I've tossed away my razor blade

I never had the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think I had it made

Think I had it made



Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up

What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup

My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour

Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door

They showed me the door