1965
Look at all those people passing by
New Year's Eve struck me in ways
That you could never see
You spread the world before me and now
We fly
They all wish that they could stop time
But I just wish that things were alright
Alright
I'm all drugged out
Sworn to exhaustion
I feel washed out
A corpse of who I used to be
And is this real
Or is it just a dream
And who we are
Is not what we really mean
I wish I could stand around
And let everyone figure it out
Themselves
But it's not easy for me
Eventually things will end
They'll end
