Send back the Cadillac calendar
It's not the life I have in mind
Hours trapped in a cubicle where
I left my dreams behind
Maybe there's a world for me
But right now there's nothing as far as my eyes can see
Who knows what the future holds
As long as I'm in it, it's good as gold
Just don't leave me to freeze out in the cold
Black lace and novels on the nightstand
Don't let her get too close to your heart
Your life's a mess and anyone can tear it all apart
Change your name and start anew
At this point, what else is there to do?
What is there left to do?
Why waste the Earth for my grave
No universe where I could be saved
Let my body drift along the waves