The sun sets in the windows of the hospital 
Every night I watch it play out its slow ritard 
And as it waves goodbye, it reflects in the puddles on the street 
From the April rain that's been falling over Racine 

And I'm searching every nook and space, for someone to blame for my lack of evolution. 

I don't know where you are or how you are 
Cause I'm too caught up in making up for all the lost time 
That I threw down the sewer drain outside my old house on Holiday Drive 

It might not be beautiful, but it's all I've got.