I don't think he really knows me,
Never really had the words,
To express what's happening in this world,
Don't you see?

I hate it here,
Stuck in the sticks,
Spending too much time without my kicks,
I don't anyone will ever know what it's like here,

Turning my hands over and over,
And comparing them to the mirror,
Straying into the dark,
There's no use in rearview.