I laid down last year, traded tobacco for new North-side air and filled up my lungs with our home.

Here I go again.

That's my problem with fear, always tossing and turning.

Hung up on aging but letting my age start to show.

I've let myself go again.

Here I go again.

Same by day, but at night I lie awake, left to imagine your evenings in more desirable states.

You'll be left to guess why the house is a mess while I wait, impatiently irate!

And asking: "Hi, hello, how are you?

Do I know your name?

Drained by day cause at night I lie awake with fate, because fate, fate's got the keys to this place.

I laid down my thoughts, traded my steps for a new North-side waltz and paced through the rooms of our home, here I go again.

Here I go again.