Sittin' here wondering
What I've become
Sittin' here thinkin'
About what I've done
Three walls around me
One window, one door
Lookin' up at rock bottom
From a concrete floor
I've got time on my side
Time on my hands
I used to be nothin'
But a shell of a man
I was young, I was foolish
I could not comprehend
That I needed to become
My own best friend
I've got my freedom
I served my time
I'm still able
Still in my prime
I'm takin care of business
I got a job, got a car
I play in on Monday
Down the street, at the local bar
