Saddled up and alivenBut not the strength to go anywherenAnd this sickening skynNever clears up above our headsnnWe must be getting oldnNothing is newnFew emotions are shownnTheir face beaten and bluennI'm, not inclined to meet anyonenI tried, but the walls are too thick, too highnI know, all too wellnI'm bound, bound to failnnUptight when I look at your changing waysnI try not to seem too depressed these daysnBut silence arrivesnAnd it tears down my guise