These days I get up real early, I take a train

and then another train to get to work



I sit tired looking out of the window

as I'm on my way to work



I come home I..

I sit down and I just don't know



So I stair into a wall

and wonder and scwander the time



These days.. These days I'm tired

These days.. These days I'm tired



The idea of beeing someone

someone who was new but now just.. falls through



And as the first wave hits..

I just wanna go out and get laid



I wish I could split.. but I don't where I'd go



Ooh these days, these days, these days I'm tired

These days I'm just so, so tired



And it plays

It plays.

It plays.

It plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays out into a place where

someone says it's ok, love.

But what do they know?

What do they know?