Running out of steam now
Don't have the energy I once could have bragged of
Running out of friendships
It seems that the years brings a house so divided
Running out of contacts
Is this what they mean when they talk about being lonely
Running out of answers
I made my own bed but I don't understand it
All I know is things are moving mighty fast
Don't mind the change but I can't go it alone
All I wanna know is that sometimes it's permissable to cry
Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong
The simple things are taking too long
Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong
About to waste another day
Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong
And I've been coming over too strong
And the things I was sayin didn't matter anyway