Tripped all over my friends 
At once as they were starting to unwind 
Had a feeling I was losing 
'Cause as they moved along 
I was falling far behind 
I've got a frame full of Good intentions that 
I Left back at home to rot 
Thought that to stay underground 
And go streamline I'd be strong 
Now I know I'm not 
Everyday's a week now 
search for identity 
The ground below my feet 
Has got the best of me 

And I'm tired of always changing 
I'm tired of being seen 
The path is leading homeward bound 
Only God knows where I've been 

And I'm tired of always changing 
I'm tired of being seen 
The path is leading homeward bound 
Only God knows where I've been 

I got sick of all of my friends at once 
As they were starting to unwind 
Had a feeling I was losing
'Cause as they moved along 
I was falling far behind 
I've got a box full of small inventions
That I left back at home to rot 
Thought that to stay underground 
And go streamline I'd be strong 
Now I know I'm not 
Many months I've been gone now 
I've learned from all I've seen 
Turn around and face southward bound 
This has got the best of me 

I'll keep looking for an answer 
Until my eyes have gone blind 
 [bad word] myself in circles 
And made it through this time 
With one foot on the platform 
One foot on the train 
I'm going back to Richmond 
To wear that ball and chain