t's been about three weeks now, since I laid in a bed 
No rest for my soul I need, little soul rest for my head 
See I've been dancing with possibilities, playing with my razorblade 
I lost the thing I though I had, the thing that made me think I had it made 
Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up 
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup 
My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour 
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door 
They showed me the door 
It seems it's been forever now, I'm giving up on that bed 
I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread 
Seeing that there are no more possibilities, I've tossed away my razor blade 
I never had the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think I had it made 
Think I had it made 
Why are you laying down? I said that it beats standing up 
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup 
My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour 
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door 
They showed me the door