(One, two, three, four...) Trying out a brand look Another sight to see To come and go again Another accident Nothing permanent Watching as I spill my guts Another small delay Of making progress here Another wasted year What do I take away Should I wait to take action Or should I follow through Or should I wake up with hunger And sing the blues I won't get any younger I won't misconstrue If you point your finger at me I'll point mine back at you I'll point mine back at you