It’s eight o’clock and I gotta get this day going
Go for a walk down the same street I strolled yesterday
Why am I this way?
Wrapped around the corner,
through the grass and the past when I realized
that I’ve had to say goodbye too many times.
Somewhere, I lost my way
and found it here then there,
so why am I this way?
And how many times must I find it?
Lost in my thoughts, the palms pour shade from spouts
To me I talk and hear the same thing I said yesterday
So why’m I still this way?
Again I build me on my own
Surrounded and alone
One day it all comes together
Are you as confused as I am?