Things were uniform then, the way I want it to be
You rearranged everything, you really shook me
Took me years to find that place, I was confident
Now I need a new body, my nerves are spent
And I'll stay inside for the first time in weeks
Blue over grey, that's progress, I guess
Sit and stare into the reflection in an unplugged TV
How about a new tradition, start with nothing every year
Rearrange all my things, a clean space, a new frontier
Take the peace and quiet, trade it in for peace of mind
Now I need a new conscience, the devil's dragging me behind
And I'll stay inside for the first time in weeks
Blue over grey, that's progress, I guess
Sit and stare into the reflection in an unplugged TV