Tiredness fuels empty thoughts I find myself disposed Brightness fills empty space In search of inspirationHarder now with higher speed Washing in on top of me so I look to my Eskimo friend When I'm down, down, downRain it wets muddy roads I find myself exposed Tapping does but irritate In search of destinationHarder now with higher speed Washing in on top of me so I look to my Eskimo friend When I'm down, down, down