Im so tightly wound in tension Feel just like a guitar string Wait until revealed emotions Touch me and youll hear me sing Im so tired of being wired But theres so much that I have to do Tidy up the place for Monday When shes buried in her dancing shoes My journey has been so hard lately Been having to get out and push Left me standing on the sidewalk Talking to a burning bush Politicians selling freedom Bumper sticker - 50 cents Asking what he wants to be free from Answer dont make any sense Somewhere on the far horizon Gonna wash away my sins Turn around and taste tomorrow This is how the end begins