A vacant look on stranger's faces.
Unfamiliar streets and lonely places.
I feel like I'm a few steps behind.

Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations.
I ask myself, what am I doing here?

Empty bars, drunk declarations.
Bad neighborhoods, $#&@ed up situations.
I feel like I'm a few steps behind.

Everything seemed a whole lot easier,
where everything moved slower,
in the place that I knew better.

Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?