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