(Scheid/Cohen) 



Moving down the lonely road

White lines flicker like a strobe.

Longing for the morning sun.

Will the daylight ever come?



Bored out of my mind

I'm bored out of my mind



Staring down an empty well.

My life seems a hollow shell.

Time is passing by too slow.

Don't know where I want to go.



Bored out of my mind

I'm bored out of my mind