I heard you're kind of breakin' down Since all the highs went low Time trips you out some days, Wisin' up don't cut it anymore Those rose-hued glasses you been Countin' on, well they Lost their touch And now you spot the grey In every little bud still comin' up Throw yourself a line, 'Cos your heart's not been in it for a long time Does it feel like - Now more than ever - You bottled up the tough stuff Drowning out your offset mind And you're left wond'rin' how these Long haul days keep slipping by And so you sit and wait, The TV plays you out full blast While your inner politician beats you up For each step off the path. Throw yourself a line, 'Cos your hearts not been in it for a long time Does it feel like - Now more than ever - Nothing really matters Nothing but the things you do It should make you feel better That nobody cares here, but you Throw yourself a line, 'Cos your hearts not been in it for a long time Does it feel like - Now more than ever - Nothing really matters Nothing but the things you do It should make you feel better That nobody cares here, but you. Nothing really matters Nothing but the things you do It should make you feel better That nobody cares here, but you.