Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly

* * *

When I sleep I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight
That you're here tonight

* * *

Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits


Perhaps I've been listening to too much depressing music...