More of the Same

Floating around in a vacuum of space

Everything here it all looks the same

Like isles and isles of boxes and cans

Everything is just more of the same thing

I go to a friend of a friend's party

Everyone's well dressed with a perfect body

And they all have alternative haircuts and straight white teeth

But all I see is just more of the same thing

Whoa

Just a little bit is more than I can recall

I try to put my finger on it

Though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out

No I'm never gonna try again

If all of this is just more of the same thing

In the classroom trying to believe in

The words on a page of the book that I'm reading

Split out by a woman who became a teacher

'Cause she couldn't make ends meet from her writing career

Whoa

Just a little bit is more than I can recall

I try to put my finger on it

Though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out

No I'm never gonna try again

If all of this is just more of the same thing

Just a little bit is more than I can recall

I try to put my finger on it

Though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out

No I'm never gonna try again

If all of this is just more of the same thing

More of the same thing