Steinways The 400th Blows
These days I feel like I am always
Stuck between these four grey walls
They're pressing down on my insides
Run and run but I can't hide
Can't run now you're on the clock
Pack up that 400th box
I had a memory of a vision of a plan
But I missed that boat, that ship has sailed
I'm locked up on the land
And everything keeps changing as little as it can
I'm giving up and it's starting to show
Cause it's all the time I'd rather be alone
And I'm really wishing that I could just go home
But I can't stop
