Doldrums

Taking in the doldrums

How could we foresee

Terrible addictions

Houses that were out of reach

For me, for me

Hey you got a story,

Would you trade with mine?

Stubborn paths to glory

Always two inches behind

Behind

Hey there is a story,

No one likes to tell

Yeah, it is the story

Of a little boy

Who went to hell

If you have no reason

To come here again

I may never see you

Remember your friend

Your friend