And when the sun goes down and nothing feels right / Put on your sunglasses and slip into the night

Metadiscourse is useless, but that’s all that’s left / Once the muse has flown and left me bereft.

And how come it’s been taking me so long to do this / What’s been keeping me from being this way / It’s been taking me so long to understand

Just another day, how many ways to sing / Just another day, about the same old tired thing.

The same old diners, the same old bars / Still trying to make a living driving cars / Can't even think of reaching for the stars