Down the old staircase…I’m walking out the door. I feel lost here tonight, everything has changed since that summer before. Stumbling forward…I’m glancing back. There’s no one in the window begging me to come back. The streetlights are burning. But I’m not yet ready for this day to be done. Cause I always come up short. I’m always lusting for something more. And so I push right into the night harder and harder until my heart beats just right. Across downtown and over the tracks. Exhaustion finally taking hold…down to the place I love where nobody knows. Old photographs much too late at night. I Dream of times I wish I could leave behind. And I always Wake up ugly and dissatisfied. I’ve gotta change my mind. I’ve gotta change my life…get down to the root of the problem…cure my misdirection…cause all the laughs die at closing time and I lie awake wondering why I’m an all or nothing kid and why I’ve been feeling like nothing all of the time. Where do I go? Am I on my own?