Ten past ten, don't think I'll see you again
I wonder when you think I dropped the ball
Floor bound again, I need some help from my Zen
Do you think that bitch has the guts to call?

You keep on reminding of the love I'm not finding
Some guys just take longer, hang in there my son
You keep on pretending that this road is not ending
I want out of the car, this trip is no fun
I'm tired of thinking no good came from drinking
I'm wearing your smell right up to my frown
I'm tired of playing your game of delaying
You chant your mantra, "Babe, don't look down."

Nowhere to go, but straight down.
No one to know, but this clown.
Chances are low I'll get out.
Where is my soul, lost and found.

Down to the wire, I'm fighting fire with fire
These restless nights will be the end of it all
Health looking dire unless my doc is a liar
I'll land way too fast for you to break my fall.