Like moss on a stone.
I could watch the grass grow.
I can feel the wind blow yet
there's no where to go.
Stuck in the fly paper,
numb to the pain.
Won't you do me a favor,
cause I think Im stuck again.

Left out in the rain.
A spark with no flame.
I've got nothing to lose,
except for that which I gain.
I have to abstain from
what is haunting my brain.
Taunting my sanity,
As if I'm high on cocaine.

The fast lane's now the last
lane 'cause the freeway
isn't free.
It costs you time, no leeway
and you can't even see.

The landscape is a backdrop
just like the movie screen.
Nobody is moving, and theirs
cops on the scene.
I mean,
I feel like James Dean 'cause
I...