These days I feel like I am always Stuck between these four grey walls They're pressing down on my insides Run and run but I can't hide Can't run now you're on the clock Pack up that 400th box I had a memory of a vision of a plan But I missed that boat, that ship has sailed I'm locked up on the land And everything keeps changing as little as it can I'm giving up and it's starting to show Cause it's all the time I'd rather be alone And I'm really wishing that I could just go home But I can't stop