I'm strapped, strapped to this chair,
In a room, with a view,
In a blur, in a blaze,
In a haze, thinking of you,
And all that I lost, what a waste, what a cost,
The day won't wait for us.

Stones, stones that I throw,
Gather moss, 
For the frozen,
See hearts don't start,
If you don't listen to the,
Beats, that they make,
Form the paths that you take,
And the day won't wait for us.

Bowl, me over,
Sit me down and say,
This life isn't over,
You just got lost, in the maze.

Wait, wait for the drone, of the phone,
In a drama of carrying on,
Where does strong ever get you