A vacant look on stranger's faces Unfamiliar streets and lonely places I feel like I'm a few steps behind Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here? Empty bars, drunk declarations I ask myself, what am I doing here? Empty bars, drunk declarations
Bad neighborhoods, f**ed up situations I feel like I'm a few steps behind Everything seemed a whole lot easier Where everything moved slower In the place that I knew better Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?