The night was planned eleven years ago, they said it would be greatThe town had called a meeting pleading for no one to be lateAnd everyone talked of what they thought would happenThey've been waiting for this dayI needed some time to myself, and observation seemed okayIt left me feeling upside down, nobody's around and it's slowly killing meI'm upside down, nobody is calling down, and now it's hard to seeI sat there with a nightly __ on mind a thousand miles awayI was fighting with the very thoughts that I was having just that dayThey told me boredom dreams of creationMaybe they should to walk before you fightI vowed out ___ and ___ to me myself, and IAnd now I'm feeling inside out, another viscous bout with a sworn enemyI'm upside down, nobody is calling out and now they're drilling meThey're all in bars, jumping on the cars down the streets of reveille They're all in bars, screaming from the heart, now I'll never get to sleepI wanted make a break for sleep to find the one I know so wellAnd ghosts are holding forms and boredom is the thing they do so wellIt left me feeling upside-down, nobody's around and it's slowly killing meI'm inside-out, I lost a precious bout with a sworn enemyThey're all in bars, dancing on the cars in the streets of reveille They're leaving town, slowly coming down, and now they go to sleepThey go to sleepThey go to sleep