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, f**er. 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 pa**ion 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.