I'm kinda tired
Singing songs on a diet
Wouldn't be too much to ask
On a freeway pass

When you insist
You'll be fried into a crisp
And you know it, it's a game
That I wouldn't play

A moment of indecision
A lack of clarity and vision

Sounds kinda crummy
When you look at me funny
And we could've, should've, would've
Made a hell of a team

You're not alone
When you're talking on the phone
And it's making you sick
Yeah, you're fed up with this

A moment of indecision
A lack of clarity and vision

And the night is still too young
In my mind it's just begun
And who knows what might unfold?
When the light is turning cold

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