I've been having sleepless nights
Good times seem to pass right by
Luck running out I don't have time
I've been thinking why oh why
I've been having sleepless nights
Good times seem to pass right by
Luck running out I don't have time
I've been thinking why oh why
What will I do with my Secluded Self
Tucked away not good for my heath
Going down the road, doing 85
Strangest thing, not a thought in my mind
I find myself not caring much
Never seem to be in a rush
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go
What do I do, I do not know