Now here, no where. Grey paint on grey canvas. No focus, no ambition, just a world of distraction. We step into the wheel and let it turn, turn, turn, turn. Try slowdance your way out of this one, fucker. Hey you, have you found your spot? I'm so stressed up, I'm way past breakdown. Head north even though I'm southbound. And the more I want the less I act, the more passion the more pain, right? Right. Work is violence, violence at work. Hey you, have you found your spot? Hey you, have you found your spot? I wanna be someone, just someone else. But every morning I become me. Become me.