Looking at the ring around the moon
Praying that it don't mean bad weather soon
Hoping that the sun can raise the dead
So maybe I can get out of my bed
But did you ever see me?
Maybe you took a picture
Of who I used to be
Burrowed in an office, blinds are closed
Someone said "look out and see the snow"
But seeing what I can not touch is no...
No way to get my mind off of these woes
They're always in my head
Oh, the things I could have been
Places I could have seen
The light
It so eludes
The lazy eye
Through which it's viewed
From outside the ring around the moon
Looking at the ring around the moon
Praying that it don't mean bad weather soon
Hoping the sun can raise the dead
So maybe I can get out of my bed
Have I any time to change it?
The ending to the story
Of who I'm supposed to be