Friends Back East [Outtake Version; Take]
All my friends back east keep asking "What have you done with your life?" Just a little too strung out to lie. Suddenly it seems so clear. Rejecting what you can't have. Light a candle, smoke and pray all good sins will find you one day. Now another month is gone. Soon it will be a year. Go to bed and say out loud, "Is it over where it's all gone wrong?" My ambition keeps getting in the way. When I found my voice there's nothing left to say. Inhibition keeps me behind this door. My life's a running joke. What am I? What am I running for?