It's been about four years now
Since I've seen your bed
Rest for my soul indeed
A little rest for my head
Always thinking about the possibility
Playing with life's razor blade
I think I lost it all, all the things I had
And to think I had it made

They ask me, "Why ya falling down?"
I said, "It beats standing up."
"Why do you feel so down?"
"Take a look at my empty cup"
Superficial friends as you can see
I've got nothing more
They took me in, I gave it all, and then they said "there's the door."
They said, there's the door"

It's been too long now
To even think about that bed
Ain't got my soul left now
Their pistols full of lead
I'm seeing all of the possibilities
Thinking about life's razor blade
I guess I never actually had the thing I thought I had
And to think I had it made
And to think I had it made

They ask me, "Why ya falling down?"
I said, "It beats standing up."
"Why do you feel so down?"
"Take a look at my empty cup"
Superficial friends as you can see
I've got nothing more
They took me in, I gave it all, and then they said "there's the door."
They said, there's the door"