As I try to fill all of my empty days,

I stumble round on through my memory's maze;

of all my past, only the sadness stays.


I went moping down by the bridge;

I rode a bike in the snow to the mini-mart;

I thought of the ways that I've broke my own heart.


It's not for me to fill the blue sea with tears,

but when I think back on all the wasted years

all the good cheer and all the charm disappears.


I wore the exact same clothes for five days;

the bailbondsman gave me a smile;

I was thinking of only my sins all the while.


As I try to fill all of my empty days,

I stumble round on through my memory's maze;

of all my past, only the sadness stays