Guess I'm still right,
Always head up
Looking for the light.
Wrong,
Always with the wasters
How you looking for the light.

Always tell another story,
tell when it's true,
Filling me with freight
But I guess that's just you.
Wish I had the might
Just to say that this is through.

How you turned on tables
Houses and your own home,
Now you're spinning fables
Just to find your old home.