Our hands are in a knotnIt's all I'm thinking ofnThe shape of your elusive armsnNaked by the lightnnI bring it all back homenWhere it don't belongnI stash it in my tiny housenAnd leave the door ajarnnI gotta find a new careernI gotta really trynI'm drowning in this atmospherenRunning drynnI'm digging my own tracknNo use in turning backnI'm swimming round in circlesnIt feels that way sometimesnnLike a cat that is too weaknTo standnI lay around in cornersnOf whatever room I cannnI gotta find a volunteernAnd space enough to thrivenThis loneliness has got me nearnRunning dry