Here I am just sittin around



With an old piano in a vacant room



And the same old feelins come again



So uncertain hurtin scared



I though I grew, but here I am again



Shoulda seen the train be passin thru.



I thought I knew







And I cant make music



No I cant make rhyme



No I cant do anything



To take me away this time







I know its an old cliche to say



I feel Im gonna die



And I hear its goin out to cry



So Im gonna say some kind words to you



I like to wish you luck