It comes as no surprise that it means nothing to you
It is at high appeal to be home with nothing to do
Well the world is out there waiting
You've got to create and not expect
Nothing will approach you
You've gotta get in their face instead
Well the world is constantly turning as you continue to sit and spin
In ten years you will wonder where everybody went
I am a lonely bullet in the chamber
I used to be a fully loaded gun
But somewhere along the lines I was shot down
Now I wonder where my ambition has gone