I'm continuously searching, desperately, for meaning in the misunderstood

And I've got to wonder, behind lightning behind thunder, what is there that I'm obliged to know.

Sometimes it hits me, when I'm almost asleep, these days are running into each other.

You need to escape, I need to get away, that highway sign says, "Bop-Bop-Boppa-Hell-Yeah!"

I'm wilting away in a meaningless dream with sepulchral souls that haunt me

And you were there too but I still don't know why you all seemed so dreary and fateful.

I wish I had time to change your mind because it wouldn't take much except a call.

And I wish I had a way for you to give me some praise

and for once in my life I'd know exactly what to say - I'd mean it too.

today i'm wilting away

because the night is so dreary and fateful.