Tried to write a victory song
But I don't have a cause for celebration
Brushing the concrete and dust from my knees
Someone walked me home last night
I would rather be alone but it's
Better than falling asleep at the wheel
When you're watching the nights become days
And the bus driver asks you the way
Well c'mon - isn't this your job man?
When the last neighbor turns out the lights
And the cops are patrolling outside
I sit on the hill
Embarrassed by the morning sun
The houses look the same
And so does everyone