You start off with a sad chord then you turn it all around,
But it's not where you start or end up that counts, (it's what happends on the way),
"You sound like you need a drink" (I look like I've had enough),
When all I want is a system for everyone, you'd think this wouldn't be so tough,
But we've been down this road before so many times,
it's a wonder these chords didn't end up as confetti on my floor,
I sit and try and write for hours,
But the only thing worth writing is nothing at all,
If this is suicide,
Then why am I praying for a trampoline to break my fall?
You're looking at me like you want me to stop,
But I'm just getting started (just getting started),
And despite these old words I am confident that,
There's a tiny new piece of the map being charted,
You're looking for your Deus Ex Machina,
But unfortunateley it's wings burned with Rome,
So either start looking for your own solution,
Or pray for an Angel to guide us all home,
Because we've heard this song before so many times,
It's a wonder these words didn't end up as confetti on my floor
