These days I feel like I am alwaysnstuck between these four grey wallsnThey're pressing down on my insidesnRun and run but I can't hidennCan't run now you're on the clocknpack up that 400th boxnnI had a memory of a vision of a plannBut I missed that boat, that ship has sailednI'm locked up on the landnnAnd everything keeps changing as little as it cannI'm giving up and it's starting to shownCause it's all the time I'd rather be alonenAnd I'm really wishing that I could just go homenBut I can't stop