His head is kinda achin'

Too many cigarettes and too much of this bottle

Too many things on his mind tonight

Too much thinkin' lately

About the things that are missing

and the things he'll never find

'till he can reach and turn on the lights

Watchin' the clock move

Fillin' up the ash tray

Spilling his guts to somebody that's not even there

Time is moving slowly

He feels like he's the only needle in this haystack

He's a needle in a haystack

He's feelin' kinda hazy

All out of luck with no place to go

He's turnin' out all the lights

He thinks he's goin' crazy

Hidin' from things he's already shown

The things he's avoided alll his life

He sees faces in the mirror

Showin' him what kind of man he's become

(What kind of man have I become?)

Reachin' out from in him

He sees the side of him that needs to be alone

(What kind of man always needs to be alone?)