Trying to fit within the usual shit But I feel like a square peg in the round hole In a road construction site I'm wound up way too tight Is my beloved city turning on me? [Chorus] So what if I've fallen behind Behind the starting line Because its already over-now In a morning commute/ a jet roars overhead That just took off from the runway at O'Hare Caught in a sea of clock punchers just like me And I feel like I'm getting nowhere [Chorus] I'm starting to feel/ a tight grip at the wheel Two lanes merging but they won't let me in And keeping with tradition releasing CO2 emissions The heavens are burning But how else can I get by? [Chorus] It's over now...