I'm beat to hell today
The gaps in my memory
Prove to me that I’ve got sleep
‘Cause I can’t remember all my dreams I had
Dig through the old debris
Find all my missing links
Take apart the old machine
And put back together new and clean

The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don’t understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man’s an island, so it doesn’t matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running

I'm feeling twice my age
Antique and retrograde
Sepia when colors fade
And make each of us a different shade
Buried in the things I said
Reeling in my shrunken head
An artifact, the thing I dread
For you to dig up, ponder, then forget

The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don’t understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man’s an island, so it doesn’t matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running

Composição: Patrick Williams