I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
I'm getting lost and tossed around this mess of pains
I think I'm tremblin' and frownin' and tired o'your stupid game
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glassbox
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine

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Writer(s): JIMMY LEE LINDSAY