Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspirationHarder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me so
I look to my Eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, downRain it wets muddy roads
I find myself exposed
Tapping does but irritate
In search of destinationHarder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me so
I look to my Eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down