Down here at the end of the road
I canÒ‘t help but to wonder why
I ask the gods but I get back no reply
I donÒ‘t want to surrender
Straching again at the surface
Not much goes on round here
What you see is what you get
Maybe one day they might break out
You know IÒ‘d change if I thought I should
Ready to march right on out
In the land of repitition
In search for a sea of change
Down here on the valley floor
These creatures of habit remain
Maybe itÒ‘s bad communication
Or IÒ‘m tuned in to a different station
Something else that keeps driving me
Well the heat donÒ‘t stop
I keep drowning my sorrows
It blows my mind time after time
I can swim but instead I drown
The same old day in the same old town