I laid down last year, traded tobacco for new North-side air and filled up my lungs with our home. Here I go again. That's my problem with fear, always tossing and turning. Hung up on aging but letting my age start to show. I've let myself go again. Here I go again. Same by day, but at night I lie awake, left to imagine your evenings in more desirable states. You'll be left to guess why the house is a mess while I wait, impatiently irate! And asking: " Hi, hello, how are you? Do I know your name? Drained by day cause at night I lie awake with fate, because fate, fate's got the keys to this place. I laid down my thoughts, traded my steps for a new North-side waltz and paced through the rooms of our home, here I go again. Here I go again.