Woorden: Mark Owen. 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

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