You don't know what it's like
It hits me walking down the street
Only sadness on these airwaves
On Mondays or five days a week
(All week)
It's so much cooler to be a fan
Not to be a drag to everyone
I'm about to quit the idea of getting something special done
And cope with it somehow
Trying to tame myself now
With a special kind of wine
On my boulevard
I don't need to keep my guard
On my boulevard
Ohh my backyard
Home is where the heart is
Try to keep it in the dark
My safe place is wide open
If I don't keep keeping it in the dark
Get lost in a dream
Please never come back
Try too hard to keep it within my arms
Take a moment to keep it in the dark