I think I've had enough,
Enough of all the games,
Forgetting all the faces,
Forgetting all the names.
Moving to the next one,
The next one in the line,
Moving to the back again,
Because no place is mine.
Nothing ever seems to last,
Present is the same as past.
So, I think I've had enough,
No more flat land to climb,
I'd rather sit quite solitaire,
And play a game with time.