I'm not coming to worknTell them anythingnI am on the highway and it's too latenI am the shit againnI have thrown it all awaynI have burned my apartment building downnThe sun is shining and nothing has ever been wrongnNothing has ever been wrongnnAnd will not benIf you meet me on New Year's DaynJust down the road in OrlandonWith good news, Christmas is overnI keep forgetting where you live nCause you seem to come from nowherenYou win, ain't it just overnAin't it just overnnSilence on the other endnYou think I'm crazy, and I'm about to drop the phonenGet back to going my own waynShe says Stop, you troubled child.nLet me wrap your arms aroundnAnd let the night decide before I make up my mind,nCause it means something again,nIt means the end.'nnWill you meet me on New Year's DaynJust down the road when the bars close,nWith good news, and Christmas is overnI keep forgetting where you livenCause you seem to come from nowherenYou winnAin't it just overnnYou're not even here and it squeezes my neckn'What a day,' the bus driver saysnWho am I? How will I let her go?nHow will I ever let her knownThat it means something again?nnI'm not coming to work, tell em anythingnTell em that I'm sick, tell em I'm too wellnI'm so bored i'm ashamednI'm so mad I could end itn