Woorden: Mark Owen. Green Man. Confused.

Sitting at home with my head in my hands
Wondering what the day's gonna bring
Sitting alone with my feet in the sand
Been waiting for a change in direction
Dreaming of days when the night never came
Wishing for a night with no day
Dreaming of a life where the bulb never blows
Wishing to be left in the darkness

Today I know where I'm going
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else
This morning I'll be a somebody
This evening I'm finding myself
Well are you confused, I guess you would be, so, so am I

Thinking of people calling my name but living life in solitude
Thinking of receiving an OBE, but it was over before I knew
Thinking of kissing a girl in the park but I'd rather be walking my dog
Thinking of teaching myself to play chess but i'd rather play drafts instead

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