It's the same as the day I started out
I don't really want to change
I don't need to figure it out
Every morning the same, I wash my hands of me
I put one foot in front of the other
I'm not who I could be

When the old ways don't work anymore…
When your minds made there's no room anymore

There was a time I would sing, drifting off to sleep
And every night I could hear your melody
Now in the darkness I lay, and all that’s left of me
Is just one foot in front of the other
And not who I could be