I don't know the way that I will go
I don't care whether fast or slow
I don't know who I really am
I don't know how to be a man
I don't know anything at all
Sometimes I'll take the hand that's out
I must always use my head
Of all the little things I've ever sadi
Your story is wearing thin tonight.
Curled up on the couch alone
Just sitting, waiting there pathetically
Hoping that you'll walk through that door
We don't see anyone at all