I’m tired. I’m making my way downtown. It’s dark out. Still makin’ my way downtown. It’s getting late, I’m clocking out. I’m getting nowhere real fast. I’m giving in. It’s wearing thin. We’re getting nowhere real fast. Let’s turn it around and call it a night. Cause you’re in no mood to put up a fight. (2xs) Can you recall a time when things were perfect? Erase it all; begin again when it was worth it. (2xs) It’s your turn. I’m making my way uptown. The sun’s up, you’re dragging me back downtown. It’s getting late. I’m clocking out. We’re getting nowhere real fast. I’m growing up. I’m growing old. It’s going nowhere real fast. It can’t always be me… now. I can’t believe it’s always me. I can’t believe it’s all my fault. Can you recall a time when things were perfect? Erase it all; begin again when it was worth it. (2xs)