I know there must be something wrong with me
Everyday in passing dreams, I'm losing steam
I feel my fingers slipping off the wheel
I can't take the heat for being sleepy
Ah, the smoke you hide is yours
But soon it overtakes your world
I know I would not recognize myself
I wake up a stranger every morning
Feelings arrive without warning me
I just take the beating without thinking
But the smoke you hide is yours
All day I don't care, I know you're there
(I used to write songs for other peoples' ears
Now I write words to justify my tears
Attenuate the fears, and get me through the years
Toward my happy end)
I know there must be something lingers on...
(Waving goodbye...
Wheezing barely breathing I'll be
Waving goodbye)