I've got things to do
Before I make it back
And I've got things to prove
To my self but it's my lack
Of direction that's been a problem
I get lost and rarely found
But now its time for me to pull myself around
Called me late again
And I know I didn't pick up
Yeah it's my fault like when
I kept shit to myself
I think I lost my friends
As I was swallowed by my health
But that's OK Anyway
And now I'm watching El Camino on my own
Whilst wishing you had never found your wings and flown
But I'm so used to the dial tones
The aching from my ageing bones
And writing all these stupid f*cking songs