(Scheid/Cohen)
Moving down the lonely road
White lines flicker like a strobe.
Longing for the morning sun.
Will the daylight ever come?
Bored out of my mind
I’m bored out of my mind
Staring down an empty well.
My life seems a hollow shell.
Time is passing by too slow.
Don’t know where I want to go.
Bored out of my mind
I’m bored out of my mind